Follow Nacius

You really don't feel like waiting outside surrounded by soldiers, so you decide to follow Nacius and Tolggor.

"Sanna will follow you in, she cannot wait to eat something other than this evil jerky." You say, glaring at Tolggor.

You slide off of the horse, stretching your legs after getting off.

"But it did stop you from feeling hungry though, ey miss?" Nacius asked

Now that you think back to it, you really didn't feel hungry as you just had the jerky in your mouth, but now that you began thinking about food again, your hunger came crawling back.

"Sanna supposes it did work." You say, then spit the clump of meat on the ground.

"But Sanna needs some real food now."

Nacius and Tolggor both laugh, and the three of you begin walking into the fortress.

"We'll get you some grub lady, don't you worry." Tolggor turns to you and says.

You get a good look at Tolggor and realize that he's actually almost a head taller than Nacius, you assume that Nords are all just freakishly tall.

Tolggor turs to Nacius as he knocks on a door that you assume leads to some kind of mess hall or barracks.

"So where did you find her?" Tolggor asks.

"She needed help getting to Skingrad, she just crossed the border about..." Nacius turns back to you.

"When did you cross the border again miss?" He asks.

"Yesterday." You reply.

The door opens and a soldier lets the three of you in, you were definitely in the barracks. Before going further in Tolggor turns to you.

"Hey lass, unless you want to see a few men dressed the way nature intended, I'd look away."

You knew what he was implying, and you take a quick peek behind Tolggor and Nacius, you catch a glance of a soldier changing into his gear, ass out for everyone to see. You instantly feel embarrassed and quickly avert your gaze.

Nacius and Tolggor notice this and begin laughing.

"Don't worry miss, the mess hall is the next room over." Nacius says.

You continue to follow them, but you just look down at their feet to avoid seeing anything...private. Suddenly you hear one of the soldiers begin yelling to Tolggor.

"Hey Tolggor, what's wrong with the Khajiit lass!?" He yells

"She's afraid she might see something she'll like!" He says with a chuckle.

You immediately grow even more embarrassed, you look up at Tolggor, still laughing, and give him a jab in his side.

"Ow!"

He looks back to you.

"Oh come on lass, I was just joking, wasn't I Nacius?"

Nacius looks to you, then back at him.

"She's just stressed Tolggor, leave the poor girl alone." He replies.

You're surprised that Nacius spoke up for you there, he even sounded genuine, for some reason this just made you feel even more embarrassed.

Eventually the three of you are in the mess hall and Nacius nudges you with his elbow.

"Here we are miss."

You look up, the mess hall is actually quite small, only two tables stand in the corner of the room and you can't identify a kitchen anywhere.

"Sanna doesn't understand, where is the kitchen?" You ask.

Tolggor points to another corner. "Just there, come on, let's get you and Nacius some grub."

You look to the kitchen, if you could even call it that, all it consisted of was a pot sitting over an open flame and what you assumed to be a small oven of some sort.

Nacius grins and looks over at Tolggor.

"Not really a proper kitchen eh Tolggor?" He asks

"It's all we've got for the time being, gods, we're lucky to even have a "kitchen" here in the first place, most fortresses in Cyrodiil don't have one."

Nacius raised his eyebrows in surprise, he then looks down to you.

"You hear that miss? You're one lucky Khajiit." He jests.

You roll your eyes as the three of you stand in front of the kitchen, soon, a dirty and stressed looking Breton walks to the three of you.

"What is it Tolggor? You can't make any of your jerky right now, I'm rather busy." He asks Tolggor.

Tolggor points to the both of you.

"I don't need anything right now, however, my friends here need some grub and water for the road."

The Breton looks over you and Nacius.

"Very well, I have some spare venison I could give you two, but you owe me Tolggor." The Breton says.

"I'll make a point to pick up some onions next time I'm in town Dryoc." Tolggor replies

Dryoc raises his eyebrows and grins, this man was very excited at the idea of having onions it seemed.

"You'd be doing the whole damned fort a favor if you did that Tolggor, the empire has been reducing the onions in our supply shipments lately."

Tolggor smiles and looks to you and Nacius.

"Dryoc here is gonna get you guys some food, and don't worry lass, it's not jerky." He says with a grin.

"Now I've got things to do, so i'd better leave you two to it then eh?" Tolggor says to Nacius.

"Aye, I'll see you around Tolggor, don't get yourself into too much trouble." Nacius says.

Tolggor walks off, giving you two one last wave, meanwhile Dryoc entered another room and came out with two cuts of cooked venison.

"We've got water just outside here if you have any bottles you wish to fill up." He says as he hands the two of you the venison

"Thank you." Both you and Nacius say in unison, making both of you look at each other for a moment.

"Well, be on your way then, I've got work to do and I'm assuming the both of you do as well yes?" Dryoc says before walking away.

You look at the cut of Venison, it's wrapped in something and it feels warm, immediately, your hunger overwhelms you and you unwrap it and take a bite, it's pretty good, that Breton seems to know what he's doing. As you continue eating the venison, you fail to notice Nacius, who is just staring at you with a big smile on his face.

"You weren't lying eh miss? You really where hungry." He says.

"Mhm" Is all you can say, as your mouth is full of venison.

The both of you go to one of the small tables in the corner of the room and take a seat, Nacius still grinning at the fact that you were just stuffing your face.

You began to slow down, if you ate too fast, you'd probably throw it all up later. You look down at the meat in your hands and come to the realization that, this was really one of the only meals you've ever had that wasn't stolen, your mother stole food when you were young, you learned how to steal fruit and bread from the market without being caught, and that's really how you sustained yourself, you begin to smile at this realization.

"Is it really that good?" Nacius asks, while he begins to unwrap his cut.

You quickly realize you have this big dumb smile on your face, you quickly try to hide it, but Nacius has already noticed. What in oblivion are you supposed to tell him? You don't want to look crazy, but telling this imperial the truth is way out of the question.