stepping into the inn, Nathan uncovered a very unusual scene, especially for shor's stone. A fight. not just any fight, but a massive fight, huge even. consisting of atleast 12 people who mercilessly fought eachother by throwing bottles of mead, hitting eachother with chairs, and drawing daggers on eachother. "FUCKING STOP" Nathan yelled, raising his hands menacingly, blood red fire bursting from his palms. The fight came to a halt, daggers stopped mid-slash, chairs froze in the air, bottles fell to the earth. All at the sight of a 22 year-old with red fire in hand, threataning to burn the inn to the foundation. As quickly as the fight stopped, it started again. But this time, all weapons were pointed at him. The fire in his hands, and in his eyes grew brighter, as the flames shot out in a cone of red heat, Nathan charged at one of the drunks. using the fire cone, he stabbed the nord male straight through the chest, turned to a khajiit, and lay his un-bladed hand upon his chest, a half-second later, the khajiit lie dead on the floor, blue sparks still coursing through his veins. about 25 more minutes passed and Nathan was sitting on a bar stool ordering a drink, while the fighters lie dead on the floor, dark brotherhood initiates already cleaning up the bodies as instructed.
