Dawnguard

Dawnguard Chapter 2: The Trial

"Another spiced wine, Nazeem?" Elrindir, the wood elf tavern owner of the Drunken Hunstman, asked the redguard noble.

Nazeem scowled haughtily, "Of course. When I finish my glass, you should know to fill it, unless I say otherwise." He sat on the elegant furnishing of Whiterun's most prestigious inn. It was a tavern only for the wealthy and respected of Whiterun; to spend their buckets of coin on expensive, indulgent ale and gossip amongst each other. Elrindir poured more of the fragrant wine into Nazeem's chalice where he took a generous slurp and looked over to the patron at the table next to him.

"Ah. Olfrid Battle-Born. What a delight to see you. How goes the feud with the knuckle dragging Gray-Mane Clan then?" Nazeem observed to the elderly Nord man in noble robes.

Olfrid growled, "Was I talking to you? No. So shut it."

Nazeem tittered, "So not good, I take it?"

Olfrid slammed his mug to the table and furrowed his brow as he barked at Nazeem, "It's none of your business you stiff neck. Keep talking to me and you're not going to like what comes next."

Nazeem began to guffaw as he slurped from his chalice again, "Not much different from your savage rivals, are you? Please, no one would even dare to lay a finger on me. My presence is highly valued in the court of Dragonsreach. With one word, the swarms of Whiterun's guard would have you in the dungeons you old wretch. Now what was it that would come next? Please, indulge me."

Suddenly the front doors of the Drunken Hunstman swung open, and in walked Mimzi. She wore her beryl leather armour adorned in belts and fine stitching, hugging her waist and hips. She made her way straight to the bar counter.

She growled, "Where's Nazeem?"

Elrindir uttered in a startle, "Uh. Well hello. Haven't seen you before, always nice to see a new face. You're looking for the dignified redguard sat lonesome over there. Be cautious, he's a crass little braggart." He simpered to the armed young woman.

She slapped the counter and briefly made her way to Nazeem's table with a steely glare. As he noticed her approach, she slammed her hands on his table; making the legs of the table rattle, still keeping a glare as he startled.

Nazeem squawked in panic, "Do you mind?!"

Mimzi crooned darkly, "Not really."

"Might I ask why you are bothering me?" Nazeem sneered.

Mimzi starkly replied, "You have a debt, and you were too stupid to pay it. Now I'm here. So you'll pay in blood. Work for you? Works for me."

"Excuse me?" Nazeem rattled, Olfrid caught notice and began to observe quietly, "Do you even know who I am? I am the owner of Chillfurrow Farm! A most profitable business! I am valued in the court of..."

Mimzi interrupted, "I don't care." She then uttered with dull eyes, "The Companions tell me to come push your face into the floor, I do it."

Nazeem stood abruptly from his chair and began to patter to the front doors, "I don't need to take this from you or anyone! I've worked hard for every septim I have and I don't need to pay anyone! Make way! My presence is required in the Cloud District!"

Nazeem stomped in front of Mimzi, to where she grabbed the scruff of his collar and pulled back, harshly.

"Agh!"

She pushed the stunned man back behind her and violently kicked him in the stomach, causing Nazeem to yelp in pain and hunch over. She grabbed the front of his collar and flourished her left elbow into his spine; then kicked his feet out from under him, where he fell solid to the floor of the inn.