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Akari be done, yo.
“That... is~...” Aria trailed off, processing Serena’s words, “Not what I was expecting, but if he agrees to it, awesome!” she chuckled nervously. It didn’t seem like the traveller meant to blurt something like that out, but she didn’t try to immediately correct herself either. Aria could only giggle and waved Serena inside, following after her shortly.

“As long as no one wakes up screaming, I’m all good with it!” she said. Sighing cheerfully, she stepped over to her desk to throw her feet up as usual.
Aria would follow along, rejoining Serena on the street outside for the short stroll back to the shop. There was a chill in the air, signalling the return of winter.

“I’ll have to grab some more blankets, now there’s two more at home. The payout from a job like this will set us up for all the firewood and kindling we’ll need. At least we don’t need to spend time trying to start a fire, huh? Flick of the wrist’ll be enough.”

She opened the door to the shop when they arrived, waving politely for Serena to go first. “Speaking of our needs for the shop, is there anything you need personally to make life easier or more convenient? I imagine our youngest will hound me for some magic-related equipment...”
“It’ll be great! Just the two of us, our gear, wind in our hair, and some unlucky bandit trash~...” Aria agreed, glugging down what remained of her mead. She gave a stern nod as she held the empty bottle up to the fire, looking it over. Honningbrew would be sorely missed over the next few days!

“I hope we find a troll while we’re out there. It’s gonna be real frosty with winter setting in, and their fat makes for excellent fuel for lamps and torches. I haven’t needed to survive in the wilderness for years... Might be rusty, but we’ll manage, easy.”
“That’s...” Aria nodded, looking surprised at Serena before letting out a chuckle. “I thought you were gonna come out with a specific race, and all their handsome features. You think different than a lot of people, huh?” she complimented, with an honest grin.

“Well, I’ll keep my eyes peeled. I doubt we’ll find anyone like that where we’re going tomorrow! Speaking of... let’s get outta here when we finish these. Travelling on a cart with a hangover is not advisable~...”
“Brutal,” Aria commented with a chuckle. “I like ‘em though. Even the farmers and merchants among Skyrim are hardy and tough. Guess they have to be, with all the dangerous, nasty bastards and creatures lurking the province!” she continued, sipping at her mead idly. “But we’ll rid the land of all the horrible nasties, one head at a time.”

Sighing and folding one leg over the other, Aria’s lips grew a tiny grin.
“So you’re not into drunk northmen... Fair, fair... What are you into, Serena?” she asked, raising a brow curiously.
“You would think, huh?” Aria mused, “Nords are stubborn as all hell, though. I bet they’re confident they can take on anything, come elves, dragons or daedra.”

Before long, she’d finished her bottle of mead and placed it under the bench. The bard bowed as his song ended, and the patrons gave a short applause as he left the light of the fire pit.
“Good point on the bigger picture... I guess people are happier when they ignore that fact. The Dominion’s breathing down the back of the Empire’s neck. I can’t think why they stopped the fighting, with their power they could continue the push...” Aria mumbled on, unwilling to speak up on the topic too much. Most nords hated elves, it’d be easy to get them riled up, especially with enough ale, wine and mead around the place!

“If I had to pick a side though... Hm... Nah, I’d play both sides. They need their heads knocked together! We’re all human, right?”
As the two stepped inside, the bard was just starting to sing the ‘Age of Aggression’. One of the benches at the fire was still free, Aria motioning to it for Serena, before walking up to the bar to grab some drinks. Those gathered around the fire listened silently to the bard’s song, as the words hit so close to home. The civil war was only going to get worse... But here in Whiterun, allegiance didn’t count for much. This city had refused the Empire and the rebels entry- Balgruuf was happy to spare his people the miseries of war, especially with all the other lingering threats already troubling the entire province.

“Two Honningbrew please,” Aria ordered. She paid for the two bottles and smiled at the inn keeper as the corks were removed. She gave her a polite nod before quickly returning to Serena. She’d hand her new friend one of the bottles before taking a seat.

“Rooting for a particular side in this random chaos, Serena?” Aria asked, sipping at her sweet mead.
“Y-You know me! Once I set my mind to it, I’ll catch up really quickly! Especially if you’re helping me out!” Ringo rambled on as she grabbed her bag and followed hot on Mamoru’s heels, perhaps feeling the need to sugar coat her plans to get better. There wasn’t a lot she could say to make him calmer, other than just being herself. She seemed so cheerful, despite being berated moments earlier. She still had her gloves on, reverted back to their innocent, non-threatening form, but kept them on regardless.

Ringo hummed quietly for a moment as she considered something, still following Mamoru. “I know what can make this right.. or at least make you less salty. Pizza! An Italian place opened up recently in town. We’ll both feel better after that! Yeah?!”
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