Luckily for them, the Candlehearth Hall was just in front of the gate to welcome any newcomers and visitors. The guard pointed their way and another dozen meters forward, they found the wooden sign screeching back and forth through the wind. A golden circle with three candles at its center. Dax grabbed the latch and pulled the door open without hesitating, streaming cold air into the graciously warm common room. 

Kris came in just behind him, her cloak matted with thin ice shards that were already beginning to melt as Dax closed the door behind her. The Argonian hissed irritably as the weather's cold faded from his scales. It had been a long boat ride and an unrelenting trek through the snow, but they finally found a safe place and city yo make their stay at. Perhaps the two of them would part ways at some point soon, but as of now they both needed a bed and some hot food. 

"This here's Candlehearth Hall. Great room's upstairs, an' there's a bed for rent on the ground floor." A golden haired woman said, the lines on her face giving her creeping age away. She seemed to beam at the new guests, absent-mindedly wiping the counter with a cloth. "I am Elda Early-Dawn, and you two look like a bear got to you. I bet you both might just want some food for now though, I can guess. Some hot mead maybe?" 

The buildings outdoors were beautifully built with carved statues that caught the wander eye. Within, it looked fairly plain. Wooden floors and round tables with chairs and the smell of hot food wafting in the air. A connoisseur of inn's would at least appreciate the two firepits that bisected the room and the double chairs and single table set that matched both. As the name of the inn implied, there were candled a-plenty. 

Daixanos didn't answer the woman. He creeped over to one of the roaring flames and removed his hood and cloak, revealing his crimson scales and fearsome reptilian visage. Were he not removing a piece of clothing followed by very dangerous and very humanoid weapons, he'd look very much like a grumpy beast from the wilderness finding a cave for the night. The fire eased his temperament slightly, and the Argonian began to relax and grow almost languidly apathetic to his surroundings. 
[@Penny]