Ri'tai opened his eyes. He found his head was poinding, and it was hard to focus on anything. His first thought was "Money?" He checked the pockets of his fancy clothes. Yes, He could feel the bag of 100 septims, along with the invisibility potion he carried at all times. The rest of his money was with his caravan, and he had a while to find that. They were sure to find him anyway. The mage he had hired knew clairivoyence. He looked about. A bottle of skooma. 'That explains the headache' he thaught, as He picked it up. He appeared to be in some sort if inn, so he went downstairs. "Heres a tip" he said to the innkeeper, throwing him 20 septims. He looked around. There seemed to be a group of people who had just came in, but he wasn't that interested in them untill he realised what one of them was wearing. Argonian armour! 'Must be a imperial' He thought, and he realised he was walking towards the group. He paid no atention to the rest of the group, and said directly to the one with the daedric armour. "Hey there, friend, you look like you need a rest. How about I give you a luxiorious bed for a full day? Only 20 septims, you know."