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        Morning had come much faster than Leif anticipated as he had fallen asleep later in the night, after reuniting with Kaliri his crew mates from [i]The Courtesan[/i] had ventured off the vessel, and into Windpeak Inn for some much needed refreshments. There seated at a table near the fire sat Captain Atgeir, Bjorn, Halvar, and Orvar.

       Several rounds of ale and mead were drank through the course of the night as the old crew members of [i]The Courtesan[/i] spent the rest of the night reminiscing. Orvar asked if Leif kept up on his restoration skills, and Halvar asked if how many women he seduced into bed with his [i]teachings[/i], to which Leif's reply was something along the lines of, did he want the long story or the short story? Atgeir marveled over the fact that Leif still kept his sword in such a condition, and Bjorn took it upon himself to see that Leif's tankard was never empty.

       When the morning came, Leif awoke from his heavy sleep, by banging his head against a table, it seemed he had crawled underneath the table, and claimed it as his bed. Rubbing the salt away from his eyes, Leif sat up in a daze, and once the fog of sleep cleared from his view, he realized that Ashav and several others were gathered in the hall, preparing four long tables full of food. Fortunately the table he had fallen asleep under, did not need moving, and they left him in peace. Clambering to his feet, Leif took his seat near the head of the table, close to where Ashav stood. The sweet smell of fresh bread chased away the ache in his head from the excessive drinking, taking one into his hand, he eagerly bit into the roll. He filled the wooden plate in front of him, and glanced around to see the others from the company begin to take their seats. 

       Unlike Leif, Sevine had chosen a room with several others from the company to sleep in, albeit, she slept on the floor, but she felt rested nonetheless. She was troubled with a series of dreams, dark, omniscient dreams filled with blood moons, black waters; she felt continuously as if she were sinking beneath the waves, and when she reached the bottom, where her lungs felt as if they were on the verge of bursting, she saw the face of the Imperial officer she had killed, all those years ago. She was drenched in a cold sweat, and her heart pounded like a deer escaping its predator. When she had combed out her locks, she went in search of anyone she knew, eager to ease her troubled mind. Those dreams hadn't bothered her for a while, however, since she told Do'Karth about the truth of her Name, perhaps it was her guilty conscious playing tricks on her again. Her eyes swept across the room and spotted her old friend immediately, sidling up to him, she took a seat next to him as she clapped him on the back. His face brightened at the sight of Sevine, and he nodded his head towards the food, and hooked his thumb at Ashav, indicating that she ought to lend the man her ear.

       Leif paid close attention to Ashav's words, and had enough decency to stop eating unlike some others, eliciting the wrath of Cat-Kicker upon them. At least he had enough sense, and respect. When it came time for questions, Leif rose to his feet after a curious newcomer, a Redguard man, asked if there were anyone in need of his services.

"Aye, I've got a question for you as well. How do you propose we get there? It'd be much quicker to sail from here to Winterhold than walking, and I've got just the vessel to take us. There's a ship in the bay that I worked for years ago, if we're in need of transport for our lot, [i]The Courtesan[/i] will take us there!"