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MarcurioxGypsy!reader

You grew tired of the frequent traveling, and you missed having a home of your own.
You arrived at a small city in the southern part of Skyrim. You had been traveling all week, and you wanted a place to rest.

You wandered the city, until you found the inn.

You pushed on the door, and entered the inn.

You looked around, noticing people of all races gathered inside.

You noticed a man to your left, and sat down on the bench next to him.

"Excuse me," you asked, " but could you please tell me who owns this place?"

"That Argonian woman up in the front is in charge of this inn," said the man.

"My name is (Y/N)."

"My name is Marcurio."

You stared at the floor, then back at him.

"I need a place to sleep," you said, looking up at marcurio.

"How is it that a pretty girl like you had to ask for a place to sleep?"

You blushed again, taking his hand in yours.

"I can pay you for a good nights rest," you said, smiling.

"Well, with an offer like that, who could refuse you?" He said.

You stood up from the bench, still holding his hand.
"Well," you asked," do I pay you now, or later?"