Lyria is once again on vampire hunting. She followed a trace, that led her into the Bannered Mare Inn. But the only people she could find there, were a bunch of drunken men. "Hey little lady, wanna dance?" A drunk Imperial Soldier came very close to her. Lyria drew her sword, held it under his chin and answered. "Listen, you Imperial waste! Touch me..., and todays menu will be Dirty-Imperial-Hands-Soup!"