"If you take the furs to the blacksmith, he should be willing to thread some leather strips through and make you something basic for the warmth..."  You're a Nord right?  But I've never seen a Nord shiver as much as you do"

"Faendal! Thank you!  Truth is, I was always an indoor type, but things have changed.  And these robes are going to send the wrong message too.  People are gonna think I'm a mage!" I exclaim as I shake my head.  I mean, I want to become a mage eventually... But in the meantime, to avoid the notice of bandits, I don't want to draw attention to myself.

"You're not a mage?" he frowned.  "Yes, well no, definitely take the robes off then... I mean, liking the indoors and so on, you were starting to make some sense to me, but not a mage?"  He shakes his head with a sigh.

I hesitate, trying to find the right words.  I couldn't tell him I wasn't used to the Skyrim weather because I travelled here from another world... Fortunately, just before I planned to speak, Sven arrived with a couple of books, an ink well and quills and a backpack in his hands.

"Grabbed you a journal from Lucan.  I know a thing or two about talking to people and can maybe help you with your trading skills and so on.  Also there's a spare set of clothes in there I don't fit in anymore.  Ma woulda adjusted em, but, well, I need to dress a certain way as a bard.

I thank them both and pay for my room and a bucket of hot water.  After a thorough scrubbing, I feel a whole lot better in my new clothes.  Not bathing for long periods of time would probably be something I'd have to get used to.  But just for today, I was going to hold onto what normality I could from my previous life.

After emerging, I started talking to Sven and Faendal about whatever I felt might help bridge the gaps in my knowledge between my gaming knowledge and my knowledge of Skyrim.  I tried to be subtle about it and had to make sure I limited my knowledge mostly to what would be beleivable for someone like Lokir.  I was fortunate to find that the words in some of the books they showed me appeared to be understandable.  I couldn't decide if that meant that Lokir was able to read and that knowledge transferred over to me, whether everything was simply written in some equivalent to English...  A vague sort of feeling overcame my eyes, similar to when trying to read when exhausted, concentration fluctuated and it was a strain on my eyes to make out the words.  Whatever the situation, t seemed it might take me sometime to become fully proficient in reading again.

Sven had also provided a map he had traced into the first page of one of his books.  Given my ability to read (mostly), I made out that Lokir was simply sheltered and a scholar and wanabe mage who was way in over his head.

Apparrently I was beleivable

And Sven was more than helpful with his explanations regarding trading.  Both he and Faendal had started drinking to cope with my apparrent ineptitude in understanding some of the most basic aspects of living in Skyrim, but surprised at some of the other things I knew.

"Definitely a future mage"  Nodded Faendal with sound resolve.

"A hopeless one"  Sven murmered, eyes closed and arms crossed as he pondered.

"Thanks guys, I appreciate the compliment" I grinned awkwardly.

Sven shook his head with a smile.  "Anyway, I'm off to bed"

"Me too, see you in the morning and we can head off then"  Faendal sighed as he stood.

I nodded with a sigh, before looking up absentmindedly, seeing the owner of the inn, Delphine staring at me with a scowl on her face.

"Is there a problem miss?"  I asked, approaching sheepishly.  Delphine was a main questline character and a secret member of the Blades, the Emperors bodyguards.  In the game, at this point in time though, she was in hiding.  I didn't want someone like that scowling at me

"There's something I don't like about-"  She paused and shook her head.  "Forget I said anything, it wasn't you".

"I-uh, okay"  Maybe she had picked up on my lies and half truths.  That's why I received so many speech level-ups, not from bluffing Sven and Faendal, But Delphine who uses the Inn to lie low and to spy and gather information.  

Bingo....

With an akward shrug, I decide to head to my room and make certain not to emerge for the remainder of the night.  I lay down my head, exhausted from the day, just a little tipsy from the mead and pass out.