"Nords don't know how to drink," Jarett said as he slowly climbed down of the carriage groaning. His ass was sore from the bumpy road, and his back ached badly. The mere thought of having a soft bed under him almost made him moan in pleasure. He would have been fine riding a horse to Solitude, but the coin was tight for him, and he had little left to purchase a horse- let alone care for one- those things ate a lot. With a stretch of his arms and legs, he strolled over to his companions with a small grin. "The liquor from Hammerfell is a lot stronger than the piss Nords drink," he turned to their driver "No offense." 

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Keldan had been assigned to sing in the Winking Skeever today since Lisette had fallen ill a few days ago. She liked it there. The people in Solitude tended to be nicer than the folks in other places, and Corpulus always offered her a warm meal during her break. She had been singing and playing through most of the day, enjoying the calm atmosphere and seeing the usuals come and go. She would talk to some of the patrons that would make conversation with her; some asked about Lisette's wellbeing while others tried to flirt with her. As usual, she expected nothing exciting to happen until an orc woman stepped inside the inn. Keldan didn't stop her song, and he fingers didn't pause as she examined the new face. Curious, she hadn't seen many orcs in Solitude.