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Keldan had snorted when Maira found herself on the floor. The Altmer quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to cover up her laughter as she helped the orc up with the other hand. She made Maira lean on her as they walked with Keldan's arm around her wait to make sure she didn't trip again and hurt herself this time. "I didn't see nothing," She assured MAira as they walked past a man and a woman making their way into the Winking Skeever. She was sure Corpulus was going to have trouble with the man's nakedness because Keldan certainly would. She was glad she had left before he came in. She hoped old man Corpulus did something about unruly patrons like that man. She was surprised the guards hadn't arrested him.

"We'll ask them in the morning. Right now let's get you into a warm bed," Keldan peeked with Maira as they walked past. She could see Alit, Haskell, Jarett, and Valen all talking. An Argonian with another Bosmer were approaching them. She wondered if they were all in the same group. 

As they made their way down the street past a few houses and some guards patrolling the streets, they finally arrived at the college. Keldan helped Maira up the stairs, where they almost fell, and into the large building. The Altmer ignored some of the stares they got from the other bards in the school as they went up the stairs to Keldan's room. Lisette, who had been ill, raised an eyebrow at her as they passed her in the hall. Keldan just winked at the fellow bard just as she closed the door to her room. "Well, here we are," Keldan led Maira to the single bed. "Take off your shoes before you got to sleep." She walked to the closet where she began to fill a pack with several items of clothing and a few spell books she was trying to get through. "I'll wake you up early in the morning, so don't worry about being late. I don't sleep much anyway." 

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"Smithing? I couldn't hold a hammer that heavy with both hands," Jarett said with a shrug. He wasn't strong, and everyone knew that which is why he preferred to fight with bound weapons. They didn't weigh him down or tired him as he fought his foes, so there was no real need for smithing for him. "I do wonder why he is outside the walls and not inside. Also, why does it smell like Dwarven oil? I hate that smell." 

Jarett examined the bald man and his assistant for a second. "Should we go ask? I know that look in your eyes when you are curious," Both of them had spent enough time with each other to know some of the quirks and signs each of them had. "Wouldn't hurt to ask."