[i]How is it always this bloody cold,[/i] Lucas thought to himself as he stood in line waiting for orders with the rest of Legion. He hadn’t been warm since a few days after they’d set sail to Solitude. All he wanted was to warm up next a fire so hopefully there wasn’t anything for them to do today. He looked around to see the men and women stood in line with him and noticed all the Nords smiling, not seeming to feel the cold. It annoyed Lucas as to why they could be so happy when the weather was so miserable, it was one of the few times he missed Bravil. 

A few moments later after finding out there was no sleeping arrangements, most people scattered whilst the Sergeant offered people his own money as an early payment to find somewhere to sleep. There was two people who decided to take him up on his offer a Dunmer and the female Breton. He remembered her being dragged from the barracks as he laid in bed watching. Lucas didn’t take part in whatever came next but he didn’t really care too much for stopping it, thinking it had nothing to do with him and she was rather snobby. The way she even thanked him for the money annoyed him slightly. Lucas simply said, “thank you.” As he looked at the Sergeant and smiled and then walked off on his own with his wage.

The city was unknown to Lucas as he wondered around the place. Not really knowing where to go but not wanting to ask anyone for directions he found himself within the nicer district of the city. There was multiple shops and taverns here and he went into a shop that sold cloaks. He knew he’d not be able to survive in this cold with just the basic Legion armour he was given. A few moments later he walked out of the shop with his coin purse considerably lighter but a pristine black fur cloak. Lucas walked back down the road with his head held high feeling a lot more important and classier. With the amount he spent on the cloak though, he knew there was no way he could afford to stay in one of the inns in this part of city so he decided to move on until he found a place called The Winking Skeever. It didn’t look like the nicest taverns but it might be cheap and have some beds still. When he walked in he noticed Drelas from his company and gave him a nod of the head and walked to the bar asking for a bed and some food. 

“I’m guessing you’ll want a drink with that?” The old woman said standing behind the bar.

“Just some water.” Lucas replied looking around to see if a spot near the fire was free.

“Water?” The woman asked.

“Yes, water.” Lucas said slightly annoyed by the question as he looked back at her as the woman who was looking at him just as confused.


“We don’t sell water, what kind of tavern would we be if we sold water to our guests.” The old woman let out of a laugh at Lucas’s request. “Now don’t be stupid dear you’ll have a mead. That will get you some hairs on your chest and you’ll not need to be striding round with a cloak wrapped around you.” Lucas was taken aback by the way she spoke to him, what kind of place insulted their guests? He just stared at her with his mouth open not really knowing what to say as he handed him a bottle of mead. “Now go take a seat and we’ll bring your food over to you when it’s ready dear.” Lucas walked off still a bit speechless but had hold of the drink. A seat close to the fire was available and Lucas went and sat down examining the bottle. The last time he tried alcohol he was around ten and him and his friends had stolen some from his father. It was his father who was the reason as to why he never drank seeing how it changed people for the worst but decided to have a swig of it anyway. After swallowing he looked at the bottle again and didn’t understand the reason why people went crazy for alcohol.