Metosi jumped off the wagon, grunting slightly as his legs had gotten too relaxed from lack of use. He stomped a little to get the feeling back to his legs and feet. He spared a moment to wave farewell to the carriage driver, but the man's eyes slid off the Dunmer quickly. He'd expected such prejudice, being in Skyrim, but the reality hit home for the dark elf. Sighing, Metosi settled his pack onto his back a little more comfortably and followed his group of companions, spotting the Dead Man's Drink by it's swinging sign. The establishment looked... quaint.

The dark elf felt as if he was being stared at and went over his knowledge of spells, silently. Going over the magical words that burned in his mind always comforted the Dunmer, reminding him that he always had a weapon at hand. A hand went to a locket underneath his robes, a gesture that calmed his spirits. After a deep breath, he followed his companions into the tavern.

He settled into the third stool at the counter, next to the Khajiit. Traveling with an Argonian made him nervous, unsure if Ka-Vara would put aside his race's prejudice against the Dunmer for the sake of the quest. Metosi looked to the barkeep, "Water for me and the local rumors, if you'd be so kind." They might have been on a quest, but getting some more gold into his pocket sounded quite good to Metosi.

Action: Buying something to drink, inquiring of local information/going ons