J’Zhirr stops by the nearest inn to make inquiries about the Moth Priest. This means The Bee and Barb at Riften.
Serana sits herself at a nearby table while J’Zhirr approaches the counter. Unfortunately Keerava did not hear any news about a Moth Priest passing through.
J’Zhirr learns that news travel fast in Riften despite the late hour. Keerava seems to have heard of this one’s attempts to collect money from Haelga and Bersi Honey-Hand for she has the gold ready and hands it over without protest. As she gives J’Zhirr the money, she says, “Look, everything was all just a misunderstanding. I didn’t mean to tell Brynjolf to go jump off the pier. You’ll tell him I said sorry, yes? Take this. Every single coin I owe is there, I swear it.”
J’Zhirr is glad that he is able to collect the money without extra effort on his part. Collecting coin is more work than this one thought it would be.
Talen-Jei is the Argonian worker at The Bee and Barb. He is a friendly chap and strikes up a conversation with J’Zhirr when he comes to serve this one his drink. Talen-Jei says that he used to be a bartender in Gideon. Now he serves three special drinks made from his own recipe during his bartender days. They are:
- Velvet Lechance – a mixture of blackberry, honey, spiced wine and a touch of nightshade (but Talen-Jei assures this one that it is perfectly safe).
- White-Gold Tower – heavy cream with a layer of blended mead, lavender and dragon’s tongue on top.
- Cliff Racer – Firebrand Wine, Cyrodiilic Brandy, Flin and Sujamma.
They all sound quite delicious. No wonder The Bee and Barb is such a popular watering hole.
A finely dressed Dunmer sits alone at the counter and drinks his mead. “Why don’t they listen to me, Keerava? Why won’t they do as I say?” he asks the innkeeper as he drowns his sorrows.
Keerava, the Argonian female who owns The Bee and Barb, shrugs her scaly shoulders. It is clear that she does not care about the Dunmer’s problems but as the innkeeper, she feels obliged to at least acknowledge her customers. Especially when he is addressing his questions to her.
Keerava replies in her low, rough voice, “Maybe they’re afraid of you. Maybe it’s your breath. How should I know?”
The Dunmer nods. He had so much to drink that any answer is enough to appease him. He gulps down some mead from his tankard and continues to complain about the same group of people who always try to take advantage of him.
J’Zhirr pushes open the door of The Bee and Barb, the inn in Riften, and steps into its warm and smoky embrace. The inn is full of people and it seems that everyone, like J’Zhirr, wants to get away from the cold. It is a good opportunity for this one to meet the locals.
J’Zhirr spots two Agronians in the inn. Amazingly, one of them seems to own the inn. It seems that Riften is more accepting of other races than Windhelm. It is just as well, for J’Zhirr has little patience with people like the Stone-Fist brothers.