Rhyonir laughed as he watched Cornelius and Ondur fight, and he took a bite into a Sweet Roll on the table. "This is great, now only if I could put you both in a house, for the whole of Tamriel to see, that would pay some Septims," laughed Rhyonir. Rhyonir took the staff from Cornelius and said, "Breton, I thought we agreed on no more bloodshed, I think that includes your fued with the Altmer. Anyway, if he was a Thalmor I would have noticed, and he would be dead."
Rhyonir looks into the hole and sees the Orc sleeping while the Bosmer continues to mine and asks, "Does anyone have a rock?" Rhyonir looks at the pile of rocks taken out of the hole to make room and grins as he throws one at the sleeping Orc. "What's the big idea?" screams the Orc and Rhyonir laughs back, "We're not paying you to sleep, keep mining, you had enough time to rest while the others were mining."
Rhyonir walks outside of the house, and sees three trees outside of Falkreath on fire. "This is why you never let a Breton execute his ideas, they always include fire," laughs Rhyonir to himself as he walks into the Dead Man's Drink. "The Forsworn are worrying about the fire, but here in Falkreath, fire really doesn't bother us any more, the guards will fix it, last time there was a fire, we had twelve guards to cut down the trees and put out the fire. Only four trees last time, and this time only three, the guards have already cut down one tree," laughs Valga. Rhyonir realises that Cornelius' plan will not work if the guards cut down all the burning trees.
"Valga here is twenty-two Septims, I'll take a loaf of bread and a bottle of Nord Mead," says Rhyonir, not appearing to be in a rush. As Valga hands him the bottle of Nord Mead and loaf of bread he walks calmly to the door. When he's outside he can see three guards cutting down the second tree. Rhyonir walks back into the house and says down the hole, "Orc, Bosmer I've bought one loaf of bread, Bosmer rip it in half and give half to the Orc." Rhyonir drops the loaf of bread and the Bosmer catches it. Rhyonir sits down and opens up a bottle of Nord Mead starts drinking it slowly.
OOC: If you cannot tell my character is an alchoholic.
