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Tamriel wiggled her fingers, gently pulling her hand away and cupping his chin, "Careful, Bleghabie, I might fall in love with your sweet words."
She'd turn away, letting go and open the door to the inn. Outside a horse drawn carriage with waited with a ogre in a powdered wig and loincloth waited with the door open. "Don't wait up." She stand taller and walk through the door and towards the carriage, waving off the ogre attempt to help her in and sitting daintily down- rigid like a statue. The door to the carriage would close, the ogre would climb into the drivers seat, whip the reigns and the carriage would roll away.
Tamriel would give a tiny wave goodbye.

He would enter well past noon. Checking his watch as he would very gently set his bag on the floor, adjusting the book under his arm, his long ears wiggled slightly- footsteps above his head. This was the kind of peace and quiet his mind needed, a place where you could hear the wind blow through the leaves whilst indoors. A small smile played on his thin lips, lovingly rubbing his thumb over his pocket watch. This seemed like the kind of place a worn heart could mend. Very slowly he'd step up to the counter and clear his voice, "E-excuse m-me?"

He would smile nervously, a very big pixie was waving to him. My how odd. Elenor would have loved the sight. Clearing his voice again, he'd step so he faced the pixie at the counter, "H-hello. I-I'm looking f-for the i-i-inkeeper. A-are you h-he?"

His smile dampened a small amount but his expression was not unpleasant, "I-I w-w-w-w-," he paused and took a moment, "w-was hoping t-to acq-acquire a r-r-oom."

He nodded, "H-how uniq-que. T-thank y-y-you for y-your h-help.." Picking up his bag, he would walk up the stairs and systematically begin checking doors. Giving the knobs the slightest of turns, until he managed to find one in the farthest corner from the stairs. Setting his bag down on the bed, he closed the door and sat on the bed. "E-Elenor, this p-place fills my h-heart with r-rest."

He all but screamed when the suit of armor opened- no actually he did scream. But the armor left before the writer fell off the bed with a heavy thump. He lay on the floor for a long embarrassed moment before getting up and quickly opening the door. "P-please I-I'm s-sorry. I c-c-c-," he paled slightly and took a breath as his heart hammered against his chest, "c-chose a r-room at r-r-random. I-I-is t-t-this yo-your r-r-room?"

Behind the golden rimmed glasses the man's blue eyes grew wide and he visibly trembled. He took a retreating step from the armored spectre, swallowing hard. His face paled more, he couldn't hear anything from this man, only the deep rhythmic breathing. His voice was filled with the terror in his eyes, "I-I c-chose a r-room at r-r-r-random. I-I-is t-t-this yo-your r-r-room? I-I-I w-w-w-will m-m-m-m-move to a-ano-another i-if it i-is."