Better Cities:Meden Hleran

Meden Hleran (RefID: xx007D16)
Home City	Cheydinhal
House	Meden Hleran's House
Race	Dark Elf	Gender	Male
Level	6	Class	Noble
RefID	xx007D16	BaseID	xx00471C
Other Information
Health	72	Magicka	214
Respons.	50	Aggress.	5
Faction(s)	Cheydinhal Citizens; Cheydinhal Family Hleran

Meden Hleran

Meden Hleran is a Dark Elf noble who lives in Cheydinhal with his wife, Radene. He's unhappy in his marriage and seeks solace in wine.

Meden rises at 6am every morning; after getting dressed, he immediately goes upstairs to sit and watch the sun rise with a bottle of wine before having breakfast at 7am for an hour. He goes back upstairs for some more wine, then out for a walk on the west side of town for four hours. He's usually worked up a thirst by then, so he returns to his seat for an hour and another bottle of wine. At 2pm, he sets off for another walk, this time up toward the castle, for three hours. He then returns to his chair and sits for the rest of the afternoon, getting good and drunk, before heading off to the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn at 9pm for an hour-long dinner. He makes a final stop at the bar for a nightcap, then goes home to bed at 11pm. If at any time it's raining, he'll remain indoors instead and just sit and drink.

He dresses all in blue - blue silk shirt and pants, and blue suede shoes - and carries a large amount of gold, a wedge of Cheydinhal red cheese, a bottle of Surilie 399, and the key to his house.

The house he shares with his wife is located in a cluster of houses near the city's west gate. The front door leads into a living room, which has two doors leading to separate bedrooms. The upstairs is divided into a dining area and a drinking area, which has a small table and a well-stocked bar. As befitting their status as nobles, the furnishings are high-quality and the decorations tasteful and expensive.

Meden is quite content in wallowing in his misery, and snaps at you if you try to talk to him: "Bah! Can't you leave a man to his misery?" If you ask what's wrong, he says: "I'm sick of my wife, that's what! She drives me mad with all the little things she does! She leaves all of her scraps on her plate to rot, I have to always pick her clothes up off the floor, she never soaks her paint-covered aprons, and I have never once seen her with a broom in her hand. So what if I play a prank or two on her? It's about time she felt the annoyance I feel every blasted day!" He's unwilling to comment further on their relationship, however.