The Warmstone of Windhelm SE

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A native of Windhelm since birth, Advard Fisk held sway over Warmstone Hostel as its owner and proprietor. Like many he came from out of Skyrim, fought against the Aldmeri Dominion until hard-won victory in Cyrodill and survived against all odds; he and many Legionnaires came home and tried to return to their previous lives, but unlike most of his brethren he harbored none of the prejudices prevalent in the city -- instead he tolerated the presence of non-Nords, seeing them as equals, having served with other races throughout the war.

Thanks to a lifetime store of savings he cached behind his farmhouse prior to military service, he set out to carve a hostel in front of Windhelm's marketplace, as a cheaper, but cleaner and more tolerant alternative to the largely Nordic Candlehearth Hall and the squalid New Gnisis Cornerclub. Soon, Advard had more customers than he could handle, and thus he expanded further to add more services for a wide variety of visitors.

However, ere since the Civil War exploded almost every inhabitant of the province were sharply divided over many issues and took sides. Advard, without blinking an eye, distanced himself away from the bigotry simmering over Windhelm, but that made him a target of Rolff Stone-Fist's derision against anything un-Nordic; scribbling slander on the hostel's doors and leaving piles of dung on the doorstep, throwing rocks at the windows and calling him and his clients names every night, and at the time of the dragon attack on Helgen, Rolff stormed into the hostel and rampaged, forcing Advard to deal with the troublemaker by his martial skills, and bodily throwing him out of the door.

The incident, however, was not unheeded by the Stormcloak general Galmar Stone-Fist, and sent threats to Advard, who was unruffled and replied in a civilized manner. But before the erring General could go further by showing up in person, an old friend persuaded Advard to go on a weekend fishing trip at the mud flats up the wintry northern coast.

The last everyone in Windhelm saw of Advard and his friend was when they exited the gates, with fishing gear and bags tossed into a cart, and, since then, never came back.

Now and in the city, as the Dragonborn approach the closed doors of the hostel, eyes are drawn to the message barrel affixed to the wall...

Features

[]Double bed + 4 beds for other followers

[]Kitchen with extensive stores

[]Smithing and Alchemy Room

[]Convenient access to Windhelm's busiest market district

[]Multiple weapon racks

[]Heated B