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Ossian quickly snapped out of his train of thought as the surrounding voices took an acrimonious kind of tone. He couldn't help but sigh as he watched three men head to the Dragonborn. Not long after the three men approached Dru'marish, a frown grew on his face as the Dragonborn greeted them, seemingly oblivious to their body language. Ossian took a glance down at his dagger before turning his gaze back to the bar. When he heard what the first man said, Ossian couldn't help but scowl.

Imagine his surprise when Dru'marish offered to pay for their drinks. He had definitely not expected that to happen. In all honesty, Ossian was glad that had not ended in a fight, he would never admit that though. He kept his gaze on the three [s]stooges[/s] men as they left, going back to their table. Once he was them back at their table, Ossian turned his gaze back to the Dragonborn.

It was then he barely heard a new voice, only to be followed shortly by a hurried 'shh'. He quietly placed a hand on his dagger as his eyes narrowed, looking around the room for a moment before his eyes settled on the Dragonborn. He couldn't help but feel suspicion towards him. It was moments like these he wished that Vartug, one of the few werewolves in the War Hawks, was with him. With Vartug, he would at least have help.

Ossian soon turned back to his drink, making sure the bar and the Dragonborn was in his sight. Putting those aside for now, Ossian noticed that his drink was nearly empty. He couldn't help but frown at this, mostly because he would be traveling again not too long from now. He would have stayed and bought more ale, but his funds were currently low, mostly due to having to buy supplies. With a shake of his head, he went back to enjoying what little ale he had left to drink before he continued his journey.
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