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Maira motioned a wave to Keldan as she manages to get up on her feet on her own. She could still handle herself though, her light tolerance has always an embarrassment, seeing her kind are considered the burliest amongst the races. "I can manage" she said with a chuckle, she lightly trips but got a grip of the bard's shoulders. "A nice walk could help clear my head."

Regardless of that explosion earlier the evening was relatively calm. Though not in par with Riften's, cold and preying atmosphere which she is much used to, it's nice to not always expect thugs to jump at you at any given time. Maira smirked at Keldan's reassurance as they stepped out of the inn "Hey, not that I have a problem with that." jesting aside the orc appreciates the woman's word of honor. It's a rare thing to encounter, from where the orc was coming from. "You didn't need to stay for me you know. I can still quite take care of myself." She said right before tripping on a loose pebble. She gave the bard a guilty stare "Quite."

As they passed by the blacksmith's Maira peeked above the elevated building where they could see the rest of the gang on their way to the commotion. "I wonder what's that all about."

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Maira was sloshed enough to keep her cool around Keldan now, but still nervous that the bard can get too direct on her advances. This type of teasing exchange to be honest, was unknown territory for the orc, but an exciting experience non the less. Maira abruptly turned around at the sound of the explosion, as where the others. She leaned her hollow cheeks tiredly on one palm, her eyes closed, she could feel the world turn around her due to the alcohol's effect

"Do we have to?" she questioned Alit "I'll stay here. Keep the seats warm for us." If there were any real trouble out there she thought, it would be the perfect time to exhibit her skills. With a little nudge she could be convinced, but right now smooth surface of the bar was comfort enough to keep her on her seat.

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"Is that so?" Maira wasn't sure if Valen intended to mean that as an entirely different thing, but the way he grinned and winked Maira slowly nods her head in acknowledgement as if to tell him "I see what you did there."

Who knew a topic like this would interest the orc, although it has not really piqued her curiosity enough to really 'taste' a person's flesh, not of the cannibalistic nature at least. "I'll take you're advice to heart, Velan" she laughed "if I ever feel like eating Altmer one of these days." glancing at the bard next to her, Maira at this point was helping herself with the free beverages. It's gonna hurt like the sixteen planes of oblivion in the morning, which is fine now since she's having fun but would constantly curse herself in the morning when the pain slaps her back to reality.

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"Why, it would be an honor." Maira made a bowing gesture, and is just glad enough to finally be part of the group Thank the divines! This indeed deserves another drink, and she took another one, light weightiness not whit standing.

Maira isnt worried about breaking her proposals on the table, but the inconvenience caused by her betrayal of Maven. Would be embarrassing if some thugs, or an assassin would divert them on the road while they travel, she would just have to do her best to keep this a secret if they intend on keeping her around. Few moments later Velan was back, catching him glaring at their direction but his demeanour changed after. She had to admit, she likes this version of him better.

The orc was not totally appalled by his odd revelation however, she was familiar on that aspect of their culture from at least from one particular Bosmer. "So" she asked Velan, leaning on her elbows, almost pressing herself on Keldan "Can you really differentiate the taste from man and mer?" the question intended no offense on the bosmer, but rather out of sheer curiosity. "Niruin always said orcs tasted a little gamey"

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"I'll be the smartest decision you'll ever make." nodding confidently at the dunmer, having full hope that they're ready to seal the deal with her. Finally, things are looking up, though it won't be completely guaranteed, having some company around her would provide refuge from Maven's dirty surprises.

Maira clears her throat at the nord's comment. Of course the armor was a dead give away, guess its not much of a secret to hide anymore. "Oh, You don't have to worry about that. Technically, I'm on vacation." she gave him a reassuring nod "I dont do any of that unless it's solely for business."

Maira was quite surprised that Keldan too, would like to come along. The orc could tell things would either get complicated or interesting when decides to, adding the strain between her and Velan. Either way she definitely looks forward to her company. "Wonderful! The more the merrier I guess."

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The orc woman relaxed as the tension slowly died down. Thought she might get into another tavern rumble and ruin the chance of joining the group. Maira eyed the Bosmer as he walked out of the establishment to get some air. So that's why he despised high elves so much. Maira somehow shares the same sentiment, though she barely remembered her own family being burned alive by the forsworn, that feeling of loss and longing still lingered.

She turned to Keldan, who was comfortably playing with her hair, she still made the orc woman slightly nervous. "Oh, did it looked that way?" she said tensely "I--was just simply trying to impress you my lady. I was not aware that people were paying attention. " and for the most part she did. She took a quick glance on the three.

Maira's goal for discretion was ultimately unsuccessful, though she can't say it was a total fail. The whole incident did caught their attention, and was even considering on commissioning for help in search of the dragonborn. So far she's doing good, but she could imagine her mentors facepalming at her foolish attempt.

"Though if I would make a suggestion on whom they should take, this group needs a dashing duelist who's quick on her feet." she turned towards the three "I havent personally introduced myself. Hi, I'm Maira. " she extended her arm in a laid back manner "Full time mercenary, part time business woman. How's it going?"

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The orc woman shivered at Keldan's touch, letting out a the most unattractive titter known to man and mer. Seems like the wine wasnt enough to prepare her for this after all. "Oh yeah. Didnt break a sweat. Though they lack coordination, which helped me to my advantage." Maira remembered the drunk staggering fools who couldnt even tell their right foot from left, running around like chickens. It might have been the morning after their merry making that they decided to rob some random traveler in the streets. Maira could only nod her head at Keldan's words, freezing and turning red at their whole encounter. She could only understand much of what the woman was saying at that point, as Maira was just bewitched by her. But she understood enough that Keldan is not just some pretty faced bard, which Maira took a mental note of.

But the moment Keldan turned to the group behind her, the jig was up. Maira shrunk in her seat as Keldan confronted the group.
"Oh, uh, what are you talking about?" She smiled nervously, but suddenly realised that she already know, right from the start. THer was a brewing vile tension between the bard and this angry Velan fellow.

"I agree with your dunmer friend" she tilted her head towards Alit "Wy dont we all take a deep breath and have another refill whilst we start over with our formalities yes?" she placed a hand over Keldan's arm, hoping to calm her down. "Who knows we might all get along, and maybe, I dont know decide to form a merry band together?" Maira followed up, partly out of desperation to join. Out of nowhere, the nord entered the party. He seemed to have been lurking in the shadows when the brief argument started. Maira has little interest in politics to begin with, so her knowledge of the Thalmor are limited to them being high elves and half of tamriel hate their guts.

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The constant glances of patrons made her a bit paranoid, as she seem to forget that a Brotherhood assassin could be out for her at any moment. She just hopes this companions group would be willing to take in new members. Maira turned around to her side as she glimpsed Keldan waving at her, next to her was two other people. The guys the informant just mentioned. A redguard, A bosmer and later on the dunmer followed. She chugged another full goblet of spiced wine, then swaggered towards Keldan first. "Hey." She shamelessly winked at Keldan, leaning with her elbow on the bar's surface. All the while she was glancing at the people behind her. She had to get their attention without being too direct or desperate. That's just not how she works. Discretion is always the guild's primary approach on things, and what better way to do it is while subtly flirting with a pretty young thing. Good thing that wine fuelled her up for this. She took a big nervous breath.

"You know, Keldan." she starts, making sure her voice was clear for others close enough to hear. "It is always rewarding to come to a place like this, where the food is warm, the drinks are great, and the bards are attractive," she tries to compose herself "specially after a very long day of dirty work" Maira momentarily glanced at the people behind her, and back to Keldan. "By dirty work, I mean hard and gritty mercenary work. I'm a mercenary you see. Why just this morning I got jumped by a group of bandits on my way here. It was probably nine, ten of them. Poor sods, didn;t stood a chance. My blades were just too fast for them." She would find herself losing track at the other woman's stare, but it did not make her stop completely.

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"Oh..." Maira was caught off guard by Keldan's words, her cheeks turned a slight shade of red and she's pretty sure her hands became twice as sweaty at that moment.

"A pretty face you say? Where? " she made a fake surprised gestured, turning her head from side to side making it so as if she's erratically searching the room. She let out a few nervous giggles.

"Thank you. that very much means a lot, coming from a charming bard such as you." she said, with sincerity and slight dunkness. "I know it's rude to cut off a compelling conversation, but, will you excuse me for a moment?" she strode off and left Keldan with her playing.

Maira made way to the man at the corner of the inn. Clearing her throat and adjusting her cloak, she leaned her elbows on the surface of the bar, facing the other shady fellow. "Your little club's in town. They just got through the gates" he said, "An Argonian, Dunmer, Bosmer, Redguard, and a Nord they just met up with recently. They could be on their way here."

"Sounds like the start of a glorious tavern joke. Interesting." Her tone and made an obvious change of seriousness. She reached out a purse full of coins and handed it to him. The man let out a crooked smile. "Nice doing' business with you. Oh and say hello to Vex for me will you." He was one of vex long time informants, she was glad enough to let her use some solely for the guild's business, among other things.

Maira let out a satisfied sigh as she let the man go, and turned to face Corpulus, signaling him for another drink. Once in a while she would glance over at Keldan who was playing a widely familiar song to everyone. At time they would catch stares, and every-time she would take a huge sip of her drink. "Dragonborn comes, then Dragonborn leaves. Where in oblivion could he be?"

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I have another character in the works. I'll probably have him meet the other's once they leave solitude. Although it would be perfect for his character if they encounter him on an old nordic ruin.