Hospitality Papers (Valan)

 Mini Fic Prompt: Hospitality Papers

I hate the rain, and in particular thunderstorms. Now of course I’ve ended up on a tiny island in the middle of one, and can’t even be let into the city due to lack of some damn so called “hospitality papers”. I’ve been a member of house Telvanni since birth. I lived in this very city for the first three years of my life, and now I can’t go meet with the people I need to see, all because I lack a stupid piece of paper that I would be unable to read anyways, as I highly doubt it comes in large print. It’s utterly ridiculous! What kind of asocial idiot comes up with such a system?!

  After arguing with the person in charge of such papers in the freezing cold and rain I’m finally allowed into the inn where travelers are allowed to stay pending my papers approval, though I got charged more than usual for a room due to my lacking the necessary paperwork. At least there’s Sujamma to warm me up, however temporarily. As I sit drinking my cup of Sujamma and glaring daggers into the back of the man in charge of the paperwork I overhear talk about the wizard who’s tower is here in the city, some old man named Neloth. That name sounds awfully familiar, I wonder if my parents knew him. Mom always said she had a network of connections in Morrowind, even more extensive than the one she has in Cyrodiil. 

 Abandoning my drink and not caring about the papers I manage to trudge my way up to the tower and shove open the door, slowly walking inside. The tower is rather large but sparsely furnished and having no mat to wipe my boots on I walk further into the tower muddy and soaking wet. Eventually I’m faced with an old man in a set of what I would assume to be rather expensive robes who asks in a rather surprised and somewhat almost grumpy tone who I am. “My name is Valan Velothi, I was told to come and see you.” A muddy, soaking wet, legally blind, nobody from the edge of the world come to see a master wizard, and lacking hospitality papers all the while.