Lusiogan walked into Whiterun, feeling absolutely exhausted. The townspeople looked at his strange appearance, taking in the tattered robes and the leather boots and bracers that were in absolute shambles. The townspeople seemed to back away from this lonely newcomer with a look of absoute melancholy but, Lusiogan didn't seem to notice. He just kept waling through the plains district until he came to the Bannered Mare, Whiterun's tavern.
Lusiogan sat down at the bar next to a large boasting Nord who was yelling to the bard to sing a song depicting his victory over a nearby camp of bandits. He looked to the bartender who was a nice Imperial woman who smiled earnestly at Lusiogan. He didn't return the smile.
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