[i][b]The Dancing Donkey Inn, Anvil[/b][/i]
[i]13 Midyear, 7:30, apprx[/i]

[i]Meanwhile, inside…[/i]

A chilling bite entered the Inn from an open window, snuffing out the candles that sat on some of the tables nearest to it. Soon after, a mist rolled in too - falling to the floor with it’s blue grey haze to swirl around the feet of some of the patrons. Uriel raised a brow and placed his glass calmly down on the bar. His hand went to his sword and he instinctively stood up, he felt himself sway ever so.

As he rubbed his eyes - hoping they were playing tricks, he walked closer to the window to look out. Noting the time, and the fact that his peers had not arrived for the end of their shift.

“Godsdamnit,” he muttered under his breath - taking not of those in the Inn. An Altmer woman with dark hair took his eye; as did an especially wiry looking Dunmer fellow with a rat-tailed hairstyle. He raised a brow as he looked back to the window. 

He could make out a few figures in the distance - shadowy individuals rushing from corner to corner. Uriel wished he hadn’t been drinking, if he had been more aware, he might have been more on his toes when one of the creatures approached the window. 

Uriel drew his sword as his eyes took in the green skin, a heavy brow, and red eyes as the creature then pushed her way in through the open window - shattering the glass and the frame. She grinned - flashing a set of fangs adjacent to her tusks. 

“Your swords are no good here boy,” she snarled - lurching towards Uriel - pushing past the tables. “Surrender and you may be spared,” she added - her eyes flashing a hot red.

Uriel furrowed his brows, stepping back - and back again, until he found himself between the Orsimer, and behind him the Dunmer and Altmer strangers. It was his duty to protect them, he thought as he raised his sword swiftly and slashed at the Vampire. “Maybe so,” he said, with a turn of his heel and a motion of his hand he picked up a glass - hoping it was a strong substance. Then, carefully he reached for a candle that still burned. He held it at arms reach as the Vampire moved closer. He spat out the liquid forcefully and just as he’d hoped a stream of flame burst towards her face, stunning her. She screamed out in pain, a scream that felt haunting, and not from this world. 

Quickly, Uriel turned to face the two - “we have to move!” he commanded, before turning his head. “Now, or never!”