Traveling from Solitude to Windhelm had been a demanding experience, shaped by the hardships of journeying on horseback. Not only was it uncomfortable, but it also seemed as if every predator around wanted a bite out of the horse. During his journey, he made stops in Rorikstead and Whiterun, using the opportunity to place leaflets on the inns' noticeboards that advertised the recently founded Chimera Guild, which was actively recruiting adventurers to become members. As he made his way into Eastmarch, the air grew noticeably colder, and the thin layer of snow blanketing the ground deepened, indicating that he was drawing closer to the city of Windhelm.
Windhelm stood as a prominent city in the northeastern region of Skyrim, positioned close to the Dunmeth Pass that led into Morrowind, and served as the capital of Eastmarch. Nestled at the northern edge of Eastmarch, this city was characterized by its frigid climate, often blanketed in snow and subjected to fierce blizzards that swept through its streets. He had visited once, several years ago, and was reluctant to visit again; however, he hoped things had changed.
He traveled to Windhelm to aid a friend, Ambarys, who had sought his help after the Imperial assault that resulted in Ulfric Stormcloak's defeat. The aftermath of the conflict left many buildings in disrepair, and while the Dunmer were eager to lend a hand in the restoration efforts, the Grey Quarter also required significant attention. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, Nisimar made the decision to contribute a substantial sum of 30,000 gold to procure the necessary materials and supplies for the repairs.
This generous offering was not only a testament to Nisimar's commitment to aiding his friend and the community but also a strategic move to foster goodwill among the Dunmer, Argonians and Nords. By investing in the restoration of Windhelm, he hoped to strengthen ties and promote unity in a city still reeling from the recent turmoil.
Nisimar spent several nights in Windelm, engaging in extensive conversations with Brunwolf Free-Winter, the newly appointed jarl, regarding the city's dire state and the necessary steps for its restoration. Their discussions proved fruitful, and while the road to recovery would be long, Brunwolf felt a sense of optimism knowing he had both the resources and the backing to initiate the repairs. This collaborative spirit was essential, as it laid the groundwork for a brighter future for Windelm.
Despite the positive dialogue between Nisimar and Brunwolf, not all residents of Windelm were on board with the idea of Dunmer involvement. A faction of Nords remained staunchly opposed, with Eida Early-Dawn emerging as a particularly vocal critic. She had caught wind of Nisimar's financial contributions and, fueled by suspicion, accused him and his fellow Dunmer of plotting to seize control of the city. Her claims suggested a fear that they intended to enslave both her and the other Nords, a notion that seemed far-fetched to many.
The tension in Windelm highlighted the complexities of inter-racial relations, as the potential for collaboration was overshadowed by deep-seated mistrust. While Nisimar and Brunwolf worked diligently to forge a path toward recovery, the resistance from figures like Eida threatened to undermine their efforts. It became clear that overcoming these prejudices would be as crucial as the physical repairs needed to restore the city, requiring not just time and resources but also a concerted effort to foster understanding and unity among its diverse inhabitants.
Early the next morning, he set off, regretting that he hadn’t booked a passage on a ship to Solitude instead of embarking on the long ride back. The idea of entrusting his horse to Ulundil had briefly crossed his mind, but he ultimately dismissed it, knowing he would require the horse for future journeys. As he departed from Windhelm, the air was biting and frigid, a stark contrast to the warmth he hoped to find ahead.
However, after traveling just a few miles, the harsh snow began to fade away, giving way to a clear sky filled with sunshine and a pleasant warmth that enveloped him. The transformation in the weather lifted his spirits, making the trek toward Whiterun feel less daunting.
Windhelm stood as a prominent city in the northeastern region of Skyrim, positioned close to the Dunmeth Pass that led into Morrowind, and served as the capital of Eastmarch. Nestled at the northern edge of Eastmarch, this city was characterized by its frigid climate, often blanketed in snow and subjected to fierce blizzards that swept through its streets. He had visited once, several years ago, and was reluctant to visit again; however, he hoped things had changed.
He traveled to Windhelm to aid a friend, Ambarys, who had sought his help after the Imperial assault that resulted in Ulfric Stormcloak's defeat. The aftermath of the conflict left many buildings in disrepair, and while the Dunmer were eager to lend a hand in the restoration efforts, the Grey Quarter also required significant attention. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, Nisimar made the decision to contribute a substantial sum of 30,000 gold to procure the necessary materials and supplies for the repairs.
This generous offering was not only a testament to Nisimar's commitment to aiding his friend and the community but also a strategic move to foster goodwill among the Dunmer, Argonians and Nords. By investing in the restoration of Windhelm, he hoped to strengthen ties and promote unity in a city still reeling from the recent turmoil.
Nisimar spent several nights in Windelm, engaging in extensive conversations with Brunwolf Free-Winter, the newly appointed jarl, regarding the city's dire state and the necessary steps for its restoration. Their discussions proved fruitful, and while the road to recovery would be long, Brunwolf felt a sense of optimism knowing he had both the resources and the backing to initiate the repairs. This collaborative spirit was essential, as it laid the groundwork for a brighter future for Windelm.
Despite the positive dialogue between Nisimar and Brunwolf, not all residents of Windelm were on board with the idea of Dunmer involvement. A faction of Nords remained staunchly opposed, with Eida Early-Dawn emerging as a particularly vocal critic. She had caught wind of Nisimar's financial contributions and, fueled by suspicion, accused him and his fellow Dunmer of plotting to seize control of the city. Her claims suggested a fear that they intended to enslave both her and the other Nords, a notion that seemed far-fetched to many.
The tension in Windelm highlighted the complexities of inter-racial relations, as the potential for collaboration was overshadowed by deep-seated mistrust. While Nisimar and Brunwolf worked diligently to forge a path toward recovery, the resistance from figures like Eida threatened to undermine their efforts. It became clear that overcoming these prejudices would be as crucial as the physical repairs needed to restore the city, requiring not just time and resources but also a concerted effort to foster understanding and unity among its diverse inhabitants.
Early the next morning, he set off, regretting that he hadn’t booked a passage on a ship to Solitude instead of embarking on the long ride back. The idea of entrusting his horse to Ulundil had briefly crossed his mind, but he ultimately dismissed it, knowing he would require the horse for future journeys. As he departed from Windhelm, the air was biting and frigid, a stark contrast to the warmth he hoped to find ahead.
However, after traveling just a few miles, the harsh snow began to fade away, giving way to a clear sky filled with sunshine and a pleasant warmth that enveloped him. The transformation in the weather lifted his spirits, making the trek toward Whiterun feel less daunting.
Solena Morvan had been staring at the guild advertisement for…she no longer knew how long. She worried her lower lip as she wondered how she could perhaps join this guild if they would even take her. Her meager funds were running low with the purchases she had recently made and the cost of renting a roof at The Bannered Mare, the only inn in Whiterun, as well as keeping herself fed.
She had thought about joining The Companions when she had first arrived in the city two weeks earlier. Still, it had been apparent from the unfriendly greetings from many of their members that they did not believe a smaller-looking woman such as herself could be an asset to their guild or faction. She was a decent fighter if pressed, but she preferred striking from a stealth position or using some of her magical talents when needed. When she described her skills, she had gotten the impression that they were not the ones the members of The Companions approved of.
She had sold nearly everything that tied her to her old life except a beautiful silver and sapphire necklace that had once been a gift from her father to her mother. The personal items she had sold had allowed her to get basic leather armor, leather boots, bracers, and hood, along with a long wooden bow, some arrows, a small shield, a handaxe, and a backpack and bedroll.
She had found work at the local apothecary run by an Imperial woman named Arcadia. Arcadia had hired her to run errands delivering her potions. Once she learned that Solena had knowledge of plants, Arcadia also paid her for the flowers, herbs, fungi, and other potion ingredients Solena brought her. Most of the time, Arcadia paid her with extra potions she could spare, if not coins. The potions allowed Solena to take on a few mercenary jobs of killing local bandits on the outskirts of Whiterun.
Solena’s recent upgrades for better equipment, weapons, lockpicks, and the expensive purchase and maintenance of her newly acquired mare, Dusk, had stretched her funds dangerously low if she continued to remain in Whiterun without better employment or a place to sleep that was less expensive than The Bannered Mare since there were no competing inns.
With a sigh, Solena turned from the noticed board and counted the coins needed to secure her rented room at The Bannered Mare for at least another day and night.
She hoped she would find the guild master of this new guild soon and that her skills would be valuable enough for him to hire her.
She had thought about joining The Companions when she had first arrived in the city two weeks earlier. Still, it had been apparent from the unfriendly greetings from many of their members that they did not believe a smaller-looking woman such as herself could be an asset to their guild or faction. She was a decent fighter if pressed, but she preferred striking from a stealth position or using some of her magical talents when needed. When she described her skills, she had gotten the impression that they were not the ones the members of The Companions approved of.
She had sold nearly everything that tied her to her old life except a beautiful silver and sapphire necklace that had once been a gift from her father to her mother. The personal items she had sold had allowed her to get basic leather armor, leather boots, bracers, and hood, along with a long wooden bow, some arrows, a small shield, a handaxe, and a backpack and bedroll.
She had found work at the local apothecary run by an Imperial woman named Arcadia. Arcadia had hired her to run errands delivering her potions. Once she learned that Solena had knowledge of plants, Arcadia also paid her for the flowers, herbs, fungi, and other potion ingredients Solena brought her. Most of the time, Arcadia paid her with extra potions she could spare, if not coins. The potions allowed Solena to take on a few mercenary jobs of killing local bandits on the outskirts of Whiterun.
Solena’s recent upgrades for better equipment, weapons, lockpicks, and the expensive purchase and maintenance of her newly acquired mare, Dusk, had stretched her funds dangerously low if she continued to remain in Whiterun without better employment or a place to sleep that was less expensive than The Bannered Mare since there were no competing inns.
With a sigh, Solena turned from the noticed board and counted the coins needed to secure her rented room at The Bannered Mare for at least another day and night.
She hoped she would find the guild master of this new guild soon and that her skills would be valuable enough for him to hire her.
Atus lounged at a table in The Bannered Mare, his chin propped on one hand as he struggled to block out the cacophony created by Mikael. Known as Whiterun's resident bard, Mikael had a penchant for belting out the same three songs that resonated with the local Nords. However, he also fancied himself a charming ladies' man, a delusion that Atus found both amusing and irritating. The incessant repetition of "Ragnar the Red" was particularly grating, and Atus felt a strong temptation to either silence Mikael permanently or at least deliver a well-deserved punch.
Casting a quick glance at Hulda, the innkeeper, Atus noted her disapproving glare directed at him. It was clear she wanted him to vacate the premises, but he had already paid for his meal and drink, which he had devoured moments earlier, courtesy of Saadia. Despite her evident disdain, Atus remained resolute in his decision to stay put. He had no intention of letting Hulda's displeasure dictate his actions; after all, he was there to enjoy himself, not to cater to the whims of others.
His attention drifted toward the entrance of The Bannered Mare, where he anticipated the arrival of new faces to provide a welcome distraction. Atus was not on the hunt for another victim to satiate his needs; he felt quite content in that aspect. Instead, he found himself captivated by the lives of the patrons surrounding him, their mundane routines now interrupted by foreboding conversations about dragons and the strife between the Imperials and Stormcloaks, with the Imperials seemingly gaining the upper hand in the conflict. The chatter about the Dragonborn, believed to be a formidable Nord warrior, piqued his interest, yet Atus mused that the Dragonborn could emerge from any race. After all, it was a matter of Akatosh's choosing, and the Nords had already produced an abundance of so-called heroes.
Casting a quick glance at Hulda, the innkeeper, Atus noted her disapproving glare directed at him. It was clear she wanted him to vacate the premises, but he had already paid for his meal and drink, which he had devoured moments earlier, courtesy of Saadia. Despite her evident disdain, Atus remained resolute in his decision to stay put. He had no intention of letting Hulda's displeasure dictate his actions; after all, he was there to enjoy himself, not to cater to the whims of others.
His attention drifted toward the entrance of The Bannered Mare, where he anticipated the arrival of new faces to provide a welcome distraction. Atus was not on the hunt for another victim to satiate his needs; he felt quite content in that aspect. Instead, he found himself captivated by the lives of the patrons surrounding him, their mundane routines now interrupted by foreboding conversations about dragons and the strife between the Imperials and Stormcloaks, with the Imperials seemingly gaining the upper hand in the conflict. The chatter about the Dragonborn, believed to be a formidable Nord warrior, piqued his interest, yet Atus mused that the Dragonborn could emerge from any race. After all, it was a matter of Akatosh's choosing, and the Nords had already produced an abundance of so-called heroes.
Once she let herself inside The Bannered Mare, her eyes darted to find Hulda, the innkeeper, who was busy pouring a mug of beverage, most likely Nord mead, for one of her male patrons sitting at the wooden bar. Solena gazed around, noticing that the inn seemed more populated than usual. She recognized many locals by their faces, if not their names. One man with striking pale turquoise eyes and dark hair was not someone she recalled having seen anywhere around Whiterun before. His complexion made her think he might be a Redguard or an Imperial, which, while rare, were more common than the few other Bretons she had met.
As usual, Mikael, the local bard, was keeping to his three-song repertoire, Ragnar the Red being her least favorite. Not that she thought he could do them justice, but one Breton song every other night would help ease some of her homesickness. How long had it been since she had seen the shores of Stormhaven? More than a year at least since she boarded the ship bound for Cyrodiil. Thankfully, her focus on day-to-day survival kept her mind occupied most waking hours. It was only during her evening meals that the loneliness surfaced. She could have had a new family if she had wanted, but the thought of marriage to an Imperial and one who appeased the intolerant Dominion elves was not what she longed for. It was during her travels that she started to notice that humans also shared racial intolerance. This was what tensions and infighting were about in Skyrim. Her life before coming to Cyrodiil and now Skyrim truly had been a sheltered one.
When she saw that Hulda was finally free, she approached her to ask for the same room. “I'll keep the room for another night, Hulda.” She told her discreetly and handed over the rental fee of 10 gold coins. If she could make a few more coins tomorrow, she could earn enough for one more night. Though the room was rented for the day, she was too occupied with working to just lay around the inn during the daytime. She had started resorting to scavenging from dead bandits and selling items of worth from them. She told herself it wasn’t outright stealing, but would she truly justify that if she met one of their kin? How far was she from stooping to banditry herself if she didn’t find work? Her pride kept her from contemplating begging or selling herself.
She secured a simple meal of braided bread, a goat cheese wedge, and a goblet of Nord mead. She took her food on a wooden plate with her goblet and went to one of the smaller circular tables to eat.
As usual, Mikael, the local bard, was keeping to his three-song repertoire, Ragnar the Red being her least favorite. Not that she thought he could do them justice, but one Breton song every other night would help ease some of her homesickness. How long had it been since she had seen the shores of Stormhaven? More than a year at least since she boarded the ship bound for Cyrodiil. Thankfully, her focus on day-to-day survival kept her mind occupied most waking hours. It was only during her evening meals that the loneliness surfaced. She could have had a new family if she had wanted, but the thought of marriage to an Imperial and one who appeased the intolerant Dominion elves was not what she longed for. It was during her travels that she started to notice that humans also shared racial intolerance. This was what tensions and infighting were about in Skyrim. Her life before coming to Cyrodiil and now Skyrim truly had been a sheltered one.
When she saw that Hulda was finally free, she approached her to ask for the same room. “I'll keep the room for another night, Hulda.” She told her discreetly and handed over the rental fee of 10 gold coins. If she could make a few more coins tomorrow, she could earn enough for one more night. Though the room was rented for the day, she was too occupied with working to just lay around the inn during the daytime. She had started resorting to scavenging from dead bandits and selling items of worth from them. She told herself it wasn’t outright stealing, but would she truly justify that if she met one of their kin? How far was she from stooping to banditry herself if she didn’t find work? Her pride kept her from contemplating begging or selling herself.
She secured a simple meal of braided bread, a goat cheese wedge, and a goblet of Nord mead. She took her food on a wooden plate with her goblet and went to one of the smaller circular tables to eat.
Atus's interest was piqued when he noticed a newcomer enter the Banerred Mare. She appeared youthful, clad in what seemed to be mismatched pieces of armor that suggested she might be either a novice adventurer or a wandering soul. The armor hung awkwardly on her frame as if it were not tailored for her at all. As he inhaled deeply, filtering out the pervasive scents of ale and hearty meals, he caught a hint of her unique fragrance, which set her apart from the other patrons. His gaze followed her as she approached Hulda, and a smile crept across his face. She seemed weary, her demeanor hinting at someone unaccustomed to the weight of solitude, or so he perceived.
With a sense of determination, Atus rose from his seat and made his way toward her. It was a daring decision, one that he recognized might make her uneasy. Yet, if she was indeed new to Whiterun, she might not fully grasp the potential threats that lurked in the shadows of the bustling city.
"Excuse me, but I don't think we've met before. Are you new to Whiterun?" he inquired with genuine interest. "Would it be alright if I joined you?" His eyes roamed over her, taking in various details that suggested she was still discovering her way in Skyrim. He sensed that she might feel hesitant about his invitation, and he was prepared to accept her decision if she chose to decline.
With a sense of determination, Atus rose from his seat and made his way toward her. It was a daring decision, one that he recognized might make her uneasy. Yet, if she was indeed new to Whiterun, she might not fully grasp the potential threats that lurked in the shadows of the bustling city.
"Excuse me, but I don't think we've met before. Are you new to Whiterun?" he inquired with genuine interest. "Would it be alright if I joined you?" His eyes roamed over her, taking in various details that suggested she was still discovering her way in Skyrim. He sensed that she might feel hesitant about his invitation, and he was prepared to accept her decision if she chose to decline.
Solena winced and mouthed a silent ‘NO’ she quickly covered by scrunching up her face as if in pain when a patron asked for another rendition of ‘Ragnar the Red’ from Mikael. It was then and there that she decided she loathed the song. Her shoulders slumped, and she shook her head. Thankfully, her face was partially hidden by the novice cowl she wore, and neither the bard nor his patron could see her expression.
She broke a piece of fresh bread with her hands. She took a small sheathed knife out from her satchel and was about to slice some cheese when she heard a male voice close by speaking in Tamrielic and addressing her.
Solena gazed up at the man, the one she had noticed earlier for her dark hair, beard, and piercing eyes. Not a colour she had seen on Nords nor Imperials, yet his accent seemed to belong to the latter. Her father’s eyes had a similar tone, though more of an aqua and not so pale. She inherited her deep, fathomless blue eyes from her mother and seafaring kin.
Realizing that the man was addressing her, she placed her knife on her wooden plate. She gazed up at him a moment to see if he looked at her with any recognition in his eyes. That he might be an Imperial sent by her half-brother or her former betrothed to bring her back crossed her mind. Was she worth so much to two men’s vexed pride and bride price that they would send people after her? Would the Nords in the inn come to her aid if she put up a fight and refused to go with this man?
She was letting her mind run ahead of her, and she needed to calm herself and remember her manner. “We have not,” she replied in answer to his first comment about the two of them having prior knowledge of each other. "Aye, I have recently come to this area.” Solena kept her answers truthful but vague. As to his request to join her, she inclined her head and indicated the sturdy, vacant wooden chair beside hers at the table with delicate movement from her slim, recently calloused right hand.
She shifted her position to recline back in her chair and turn more fully towards him, leaving her food and beverage unattended momentarily. She arched a dark russet brow at him, waiting until he spoke again. She was curious as to his reason for wanting to join her. In her mismatched leather armor and weather-stained novice cowl, there were more attractive and impressive-looking individuals inside The Bannered Mare, so why had he singled her out if not for Valainus Navori?
She broke a piece of fresh bread with her hands. She took a small sheathed knife out from her satchel and was about to slice some cheese when she heard a male voice close by speaking in Tamrielic and addressing her.
Solena gazed up at the man, the one she had noticed earlier for her dark hair, beard, and piercing eyes. Not a colour she had seen on Nords nor Imperials, yet his accent seemed to belong to the latter. Her father’s eyes had a similar tone, though more of an aqua and not so pale. She inherited her deep, fathomless blue eyes from her mother and seafaring kin.
Realizing that the man was addressing her, she placed her knife on her wooden plate. She gazed up at him a moment to see if he looked at her with any recognition in his eyes. That he might be an Imperial sent by her half-brother or her former betrothed to bring her back crossed her mind. Was she worth so much to two men’s vexed pride and bride price that they would send people after her? Would the Nords in the inn come to her aid if she put up a fight and refused to go with this man?
She was letting her mind run ahead of her, and she needed to calm herself and remember her manner. “We have not,” she replied in answer to his first comment about the two of them having prior knowledge of each other. "Aye, I have recently come to this area.” Solena kept her answers truthful but vague. As to his request to join her, she inclined her head and indicated the sturdy, vacant wooden chair beside hers at the table with delicate movement from her slim, recently calloused right hand.
She shifted her position to recline back in her chair and turn more fully towards him, leaving her food and beverage unattended momentarily. She arched a dark russet brow at him, waiting until he spoke again. She was curious as to his reason for wanting to join her. In her mismatched leather armor and weather-stained novice cowl, there were more attractive and impressive-looking individuals inside The Bannered Mare, so why had he singled her out if not for Valainus Navori?
"Navigating the roads of Skyrim at this time can be perilous, particularly for those unfamiliar with the terrain. Travelers face numerous threats, including bandits lurking in the shadows, wild creatures driven to madness by hunger, and the ever-present danger of dragons soaring overhead. Additionally, the remnants of the Stormcloak faction are on the lookout for vengeance following Ulfric's demise. However, the most alarming menace comes from the vampires, who have become increasingly bold, no longer content to remain hidden in the darkness. I've even encountered small groups masquerading as Vigilants of Stendarr to lure the unwary."
He settled down across from the girl, offering a brief yet sincere smile that conveyed his appreciation for the moment. Engaging in conversation felt refreshing, a welcome distraction from the harsh realities of their surroundings. "I'm Atus, Atus Quilarus," he introduced himself, his tone light and friendly. "Don't worry; I promise I won't bite." He chuckled softly, hoping to ease any tension. "When I first set foot in Skyrim, it felt overwhelmingly daunting, much like it might for you now." His intention was to create a connection, to let her know that she was not alone in her apprehensions. Atus leaned back slightly, allowing the warmth of the fire to envelop him again.
He settled down across from the girl, offering a brief yet sincere smile that conveyed his appreciation for the moment. Engaging in conversation felt refreshing, a welcome distraction from the harsh realities of their surroundings. "I'm Atus, Atus Quilarus," he introduced himself, his tone light and friendly. "Don't worry; I promise I won't bite." He chuckled softly, hoping to ease any tension. "When I first set foot in Skyrim, it felt overwhelmingly daunting, much like it might for you now." His intention was to create a connection, to let her know that she was not alone in her apprehensions. Atus leaned back slightly, allowing the warmth of the fire to envelop him again.
She turned to face him more fully as he spoke, her gaze thoughtful as she listened. She nodded when he spoke of the danger of the terrain, bandits, fearsome creatures, and the now leaderless Stormcloak rebels. Someone else would surely step forth and assume command, but until that time, roving bands seeking vengeance were indeed dangerous. As for dragons, she had spied one from afar at dawn as she set out on her first full day when she had crossed over from Cyrodiil into Skyrim. She had ducked back behind the sturdy stone walls of the abandoned farmhouse with the partially burnt-down roof where she had sought shelter for the night. Perhaps the building had been struck by the magnificent and fearsome creature that sored the sky in the past, but at least for now, it carried away a large animal in its powerful razor talons. Solena had prayed to Arkay that the dragon would not circle back, and thankfully, she had not spotted it or another of its kin that day.
It was the man's talk of vampires that had her eyes widened, and her face betrayed her natural fear of such creatures; worst was the thought of being turned into a mindless thrall or bloodfiend.
Solena let her gaze drop a moment, pursed her lips, and replied quietly, “It will make finding work difficult outside the city walls, " the disappointment clear in her voice.
She met Atus’ unusual pale turquoise eyes with a polite smile soon after he introduced himself. His name sounded like an Imperial one, which made it difficult for her to fully let her guard down, but his easy and congenial manner helped put her at ease. She did grimace a little at his jest about not biting after his talk of vampires.
“A pleasure to meet ye, Atus; I’m Solena…” She hesitated before offering her family name but decided she should be safe in an inn full of people. “Morvan.”
She felt eating in front of someone was impolite, so she offered up half her small loaf of bread. “Would ye care for some? And aye, it does feel daunting.” She hesitated a moment but decided to plow ahead, her curiosity outweighing her caution. “How long have ye been in Skyrim, and how did ye evade those small groups of vampires masquerading as Vigilants of Stendarr?” Solena asked him, wide-eyed once more.
It was the man's talk of vampires that had her eyes widened, and her face betrayed her natural fear of such creatures; worst was the thought of being turned into a mindless thrall or bloodfiend.
Solena let her gaze drop a moment, pursed her lips, and replied quietly, “It will make finding work difficult outside the city walls, " the disappointment clear in her voice.
She met Atus’ unusual pale turquoise eyes with a polite smile soon after he introduced himself. His name sounded like an Imperial one, which made it difficult for her to fully let her guard down, but his easy and congenial manner helped put her at ease. She did grimace a little at his jest about not biting after his talk of vampires.
“A pleasure to meet ye, Atus; I’m Solena…” She hesitated before offering her family name but decided she should be safe in an inn full of people. “Morvan.”
She felt eating in front of someone was impolite, so she offered up half her small loaf of bread. “Would ye care for some? And aye, it does feel daunting.” She hesitated a moment but decided to plow ahead, her curiosity outweighing her caution. “How long have ye been in Skyrim, and how did ye evade those small groups of vampires masquerading as Vigilants of Stendarr?” Solena asked him, wide-eyed once more.
"Solena, it's nice to meet you." He bowed his head before he lifted his hand in a courteous gesture to decline her offer of food. "No, thank you. I've already enjoyed a meal prepared by Saadia, and it was truly filling." He took a brief moment to reflect on how long he had been in Skyrim, a duration that felt far too extensive to share openly, yet he decided to respond. "It feels like I've been here for a lifetime," he said with a smile, finding a touch of humor in his own words.
As she posed an intriguing question about his encounters with the disguised vampires, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I didn't just avoid them," he replied candidly, keeping his gaze locked on hers. "I took action against them. Allowing them to roam freely, masquerading as Vigilants of Stendarr, would have been a grave mistake. There were already three drained bodies nearby, and I couldn't stand by and let more lives be lost." His tone shifted slightly, underscoring the seriousness of his commitment to protecting the innocent.
The weight of his words hung in the air, a reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows of Skyrim. He understood the importance of vigilance in a land where threats often wore deceptive faces. With a resolute expression, he continued, "In a place like this, one must be proactive. It's not just about survival; it's about ensuring that others can live without fear." His conviction was palpable, revealing a deeper layer of his character.
As she posed an intriguing question about his encounters with the disguised vampires, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I didn't just avoid them," he replied candidly, keeping his gaze locked on hers. "I took action against them. Allowing them to roam freely, masquerading as Vigilants of Stendarr, would have been a grave mistake. There were already three drained bodies nearby, and I couldn't stand by and let more lives be lost." His tone shifted slightly, underscoring the seriousness of his commitment to protecting the innocent.
The weight of his words hung in the air, a reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows of Skyrim. He understood the importance of vigilance in a land where threats often wore deceptive faces. With a resolute expression, he continued, "In a place like this, one must be proactive. It's not just about survival; it's about ensuring that others can live without fear." His conviction was palpable, revealing a deeper layer of his character.
Solena felt a brief flash of guilt at her relief that Atus would not be taking some of the bread she offered, but she was also relieved since she needed whatever sustenance she could get. His reply to her question about his time in Skyrim had not been the answer she had expected, but she was intrigued. “Were ye born here or do ye serve the Empire in the Imperial army stationed in Skyrim?” She asked in a lowered voice. Not everyone was glad the Stormcloaks lost against the Empire and so she thought it better if their conversation was not overheard.
She took her cheese knife again and cut a slice of cheese with it before she placed it between two pieces of bread. She chewed thoughtfully, enjoying the still warm bread with the partially melting cheese as she listened to Atus tell of his encounter with the vampires.
She nodded, her eyes still wide with wonder at his tale. She swallowed and downed a bit of her mead before she spoke. “I try to help against bandits, though I admit I need the coin. I’ve only done so by teaming up with a few other experienced mercenaries.” She believed him, but…“Ye are a very brave man to go against them, but on yer own?” Solena questioned. “Ye’re not afraid of what they could do to ye?”
She took her cheese knife again and cut a slice of cheese with it before she placed it between two pieces of bread. She chewed thoughtfully, enjoying the still warm bread with the partially melting cheese as she listened to Atus tell of his encounter with the vampires.
She nodded, her eyes still wide with wonder at his tale. She swallowed and downed a bit of her mead before she spoke. “I try to help against bandits, though I admit I need the coin. I’ve only done so by teaming up with a few other experienced mercenaries.” She believed him, but…“Ye are a very brave man to go against them, but on yer own?” Solena questioned. “Ye’re not afraid of what they could do to ye?”
"I hail from Cyrodiil, and in my past, I served in the Imperial army, though that feels like a lifetime ago," he admitted, his voice tinged with hesitation. The memories of his service were not something he wished to delve into, especially with someone he had just met. "When it comes to facing vampires alone, I am well aware of their capabilities and vulnerabilities; they do not instill fear in me. Understanding your adversary is key, and in that knowledge, I find my confidence. To be frank, I believe they might be more wary of my abilities than I am of theirs," he added, flashing her a warm smile.
Curiosity sparked in his eyes as he shifted the focus back to her. "What brings you to Skyrim? Surely, hunting down bandits seems a bit excessive when you could encounter them in your own homeland. There must be more to your journey than just that," he inquired, genuinely interested in her story.
Curiosity sparked in his eyes as he shifted the focus back to her. "What brings you to Skyrim? Surely, hunting down bandits seems a bit excessive when you could encounter them in your own homeland. There must be more to your journey than just that," he inquired, genuinely interested in her story.
She gave him a quizzical look. The way he spoke was a bit odd. In my past..., that feels like a lifetime ago...
She did not doubt that specific experiences made one feel older than their physical years, yet the man before her did not look like he had passed his fifth decade. Such could be hard to judge, but it seemed to her that neither his dark hair nor beard were touched with any signs of frost.
Solena returned Atus’ smile with amazement, amusement, and slight disbelief. The man certainly seemed confident and courageous in his abilities, but she wondered if he was also unhinged. What he said about having knowledge, understanding, and confidence made sense to her; perhaps she envied him that way.
She noted the interest in his eyes, and she had to stop the snort of bitterness from spilling forth at his question. “I suppose my family name, accent, and appearance do not let me pass myself off as a Nord or Imperial,” she replied with a grin. She swallowed another sip of mead before she answered in a roundabout way. “I have not seen the shores of High Rock in over a year. Perhaps working in a tavern or on a farm would be safer or at least steadier work, but it would not suit my temperament. Perhaps fighting bandits is excessive, but it also helps to keep the roads and nearby areas safe. Besides, many would find fighting thieves and murderers less excessive or deadly than fighting small groups of vampires masquerading as Vigilants of Stendarr.” She finished with a challenge, though she fought the upward curl of her lips and had no heat in her words.
She did not doubt that specific experiences made one feel older than their physical years, yet the man before her did not look like he had passed his fifth decade. Such could be hard to judge, but it seemed to her that neither his dark hair nor beard were touched with any signs of frost.
Solena returned Atus’ smile with amazement, amusement, and slight disbelief. The man certainly seemed confident and courageous in his abilities, but she wondered if he was also unhinged. What he said about having knowledge, understanding, and confidence made sense to her; perhaps she envied him that way.
She noted the interest in his eyes, and she had to stop the snort of bitterness from spilling forth at his question. “I suppose my family name, accent, and appearance do not let me pass myself off as a Nord or Imperial,” she replied with a grin. She swallowed another sip of mead before she answered in a roundabout way. “I have not seen the shores of High Rock in over a year. Perhaps working in a tavern or on a farm would be safer or at least steadier work, but it would not suit my temperament. Perhaps fighting bandits is excessive, but it also helps to keep the roads and nearby areas safe. Besides, many would find fighting thieves and murderers less excessive or deadly than fighting small groups of vampires masquerading as Vigilants of Stendarr.” She finished with a challenge, though she fought the upward curl of her lips and had no heat in her words.
"Perhaps," he replied, "but it's important to note that the guards regularly patrol the farms and roads surrounding the villages and towns. Few bandits would dare to venture too close, as they prefer to remain hidden in their secluded crevices and caves. Engaging them would require entering their territory, which poses its own risks. Moreover, some of these bandits are not just common thieves; they are adept with weapons, and some even possess magical abilities or necromantic skills, making them formidable foes that should not be underestimated," he remarked with a serious tone.
"I recommend considering a position with the guards; the compensation is quite attractive, and you'll receive comprehensive training that goes beyond just weaponry. You'll learn essential skills in crowd management, teamwork, and understanding your adversaries. In fact, guards can be just as formidable and well-prepared as soldiers, which is an important aspect to keep in mind." He said this with an optimistic tone, hoping to highlight the benefits of such a career path.
As he spoke, his attention was drawn to Olfina Greymane, who hurriedly exited The Bannered Mare, leaving him curious about the urgency of her departure. A quick glance at Hulda revealed a mischievous smirk spreading across her face as she watched him intently. It was clear that something was afoot, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was likely not a positive development.
"I recommend considering a position with the guards; the compensation is quite attractive, and you'll receive comprehensive training that goes beyond just weaponry. You'll learn essential skills in crowd management, teamwork, and understanding your adversaries. In fact, guards can be just as formidable and well-prepared as soldiers, which is an important aspect to keep in mind." He said this with an optimistic tone, hoping to highlight the benefits of such a career path.
As he spoke, his attention was drawn to Olfina Greymane, who hurriedly exited The Bannered Mare, leaving him curious about the urgency of her departure. A quick glance at Hulda revealed a mischievous smirk spreading across her face as she watched him intently. It was clear that something was afoot, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was likely not a positive development.
She had thought to lighten the mood, her way not to make matters seem so dire or she wasn’t yet ready to admit that perhaps leaving Cyrodiil had become more of a monumental error with graver consequences than she could have envisioned when she crossed into Skyrim’s border,
Solena’s gaze grew more serious as she acknowledged his words. “I know a bit of magic myself, but would the guards even hire someone who isn’t Nord. All the ones I’ve met were. I saw an advertisement placed for the Chimera Guild looking for adventurers to join their ranks. I had hoped to meet their representative. I’ll consider yer suggestion if the guild doesn’t take me.” She answered solemnly.
Her eyes noted the direction of his attention at Hulda who grinned, but there seemed to be an unpleasant undercurrent to it. Hulda had been fairly neutral towards her and fair in her dealings so long as Solena paid. “Is something the matter?” She asked Atus in a whisper. “Is it because ye are or served the Imperials?
Solena’s gaze grew more serious as she acknowledged his words. “I know a bit of magic myself, but would the guards even hire someone who isn’t Nord. All the ones I’ve met were. I saw an advertisement placed for the Chimera Guild looking for adventurers to join their ranks. I had hoped to meet their representative. I’ll consider yer suggestion if the guild doesn’t take me.” She answered solemnly.
Her eyes noted the direction of his attention at Hulda who grinned, but there seemed to be an unpleasant undercurrent to it. Hulda had been fairly neutral towards her and fair in her dealings so long as Solena paid. “Is something the matter?” She asked Atus in a whisper. “Is it because ye are or served the Imperials?
"The Chimera Guild?" He furrowed his brow, contemplating why Solena was lingering in Whiterun if she planned to join the guild. "The Chimera operates out of Solitude, and if their leader has put out any notices, it would certainly specify their headquarters there." He raised a hand to scratch his beard thoughtfully. "If that's your goal, you might want to consider hiring a carriage or a horse to make the journey, it may not be cheap. The other alternative is to walk with a group of people travelling that way."
He hesitated briefly at Solena's remark regarding the locals' potential disdain for him as an Imperial. "There are a few Imperials residing in Whiterun, some of whom have military ties. No," he added, "the reasons for any animosity run deeper than that." His voice trailed off as he shifted his attention back to Hulder for a moment.
A sense of unease washed over him, prompting him to stand up from his chair. He cast a quick look at Solena and said, "If you’ll pardon me, I believe it’s time for me to take my leave. Please enjoy the remainder of your meal." His smile was warm, yet beneath it lay a growing worry about Hulda's strange demeanor and the sudden departure of Olfina.
He hesitated briefly at Solena's remark regarding the locals' potential disdain for him as an Imperial. "There are a few Imperials residing in Whiterun, some of whom have military ties. No," he added, "the reasons for any animosity run deeper than that." His voice trailed off as he shifted his attention back to Hulder for a moment.
A sense of unease washed over him, prompting him to stand up from his chair. He cast a quick look at Solena and said, "If you’ll pardon me, I believe it’s time for me to take my leave. Please enjoy the remainder of your meal." His smile was warm, yet beneath it lay a growing worry about Hulda's strange demeanor and the sudden departure of Olfina.
“I just saw the notice on the board before I entered the inn this evening.” She offered. She didn’t even know exactly where Solitude was, though she thought that she could find her way with a map.
“Thank you for the information, Atus.” She replied, truly grateful for all the information and advice he had provided her with. “I’ll find out how much hiring a carriage or cart for transportation to Solitude is and perhaps I can offer my services as a mercenary guard if a small group is planning to head there soon.” She pondered aloud.
She was curious as to what reason that animosity could be if it wasn’t linked to his ties with the Imperials. He had been polite and helpful in his information, more so than a number of Nords in fact.
She saw his attention shift to Hulda again and her brow furrowed. If he was confident to take on small gangs of vampires masquerading as Vigilants of Stendarr, surely one woman like Hulda would not be a problem for him unless…unless she played the role of informant.
Solena saw him stand and his words did not come as a complete surprise, but she dipped her head and returned his smile with a quiet tone of gratitude. “My thanks again, Atus. I may not be here much longer, but if I can lend aid, please let me know.” She put forward, afterall she figured it was the least she could do for the help he had given her.
“Thank you for the information, Atus.” She replied, truly grateful for all the information and advice he had provided her with. “I’ll find out how much hiring a carriage or cart for transportation to Solitude is and perhaps I can offer my services as a mercenary guard if a small group is planning to head there soon.” She pondered aloud.
She was curious as to what reason that animosity could be if it wasn’t linked to his ties with the Imperials. He had been polite and helpful in his information, more so than a number of Nords in fact.
She saw his attention shift to Hulda again and her brow furrowed. If he was confident to take on small gangs of vampires masquerading as Vigilants of Stendarr, surely one woman like Hulda would not be a problem for him unless…unless she played the role of informant.
Solena saw him stand and his words did not come as a complete surprise, but she dipped her head and returned his smile with a quiet tone of gratitude. “My thanks again, Atus. I may not be here much longer, but if I can lend aid, please let me know.” She put forward, afterall she figured it was the least she could do for the help he had given her.
"I look forward to our paths crossing once more," he remarked with a reassuring tone, "maybe in Solitude. There's a charming inn there known as The Winking Skeever." As he spoke, he offered her a warm smile, and in that moment, a faint amber glow ignited in his eyes.
In that instant, the door to The Bannered Mare burst open, allowing a rush of frigid air to sweep into the room. Following this chill was a towering Nord with dark hair, clad in the distinctive wolf armor emblematic of the Companions. His piercing steel-grey eyes locked onto Atus with an intensity that was impossible to ignore, and a snarl twisted his lips, revealing his disdain for the Imperial. The tension in the air was apparent, as his posture radiated hostility and contempt.
"Get out you fucking freak!" Vilkas growled, his voice low and menacing as he positioned himself directly in front of Atus. He expanded his chest and squared his shoulders, deliberately making himself appear larger and more intimidating, a clear warning that he would not tolerate the presence of the Imperial any longer. The atmosphere thickened with animosity, leaving no doubt about the Nord's feelings toward Atus.
In that instant, the door to The Bannered Mare burst open, allowing a rush of frigid air to sweep into the room. Following this chill was a towering Nord with dark hair, clad in the distinctive wolf armor emblematic of the Companions. His piercing steel-grey eyes locked onto Atus with an intensity that was impossible to ignore, and a snarl twisted his lips, revealing his disdain for the Imperial. The tension in the air was apparent, as his posture radiated hostility and contempt.
"Get out you fucking freak!" Vilkas growled, his voice low and menacing as he positioned himself directly in front of Atus. He expanded his chest and squared his shoulders, deliberately making himself appear larger and more intimidating, a clear warning that he would not tolerate the presence of the Imperial any longer. The atmosphere thickened with animosity, leaving no doubt about the Nord's feelings toward Atus.
Solena gave a merry laugh in return as she noted Atus’ warm smile and the faint amber glow in his eyes, though she would have little time to dwell on it. “That’s quite the name, and it would please me if our paths did happen to cross again.”
The once pleasant atmosphere did not last, however, as the door to The Bannered Mare burst open and frigid air burst into the room along with one she recognized as one of The Companions from when she had first gone to see about possibly joining their ranks at Jorrvaskr. He hadn’t been welcoming towards her, but at least he had been less vocally hostile than some of the others.
She didn’t know the angry man’s name or the cause of his hostility towards Atus, but the tension in the air was palpable. She wasn’t sure how Atus would respond. She left her barely touched food and half-empty mead mug on the table and stood up silently. She kept a respectful distance for now and did not intervene, but kept watch.
The once pleasant atmosphere did not last, however, as the door to The Bannered Mare burst open and frigid air burst into the room along with one she recognized as one of The Companions from when she had first gone to see about possibly joining their ranks at Jorrvaskr. He hadn’t been welcoming towards her, but at least he had been less vocally hostile than some of the others.
She didn’t know the angry man’s name or the cause of his hostility towards Atus, but the tension in the air was palpable. She wasn’t sure how Atus would respond. She left her barely touched food and half-empty mead mug on the table and stood up silently. She kept a respectful distance for now and did not intervene, but kept watch.
"Honor and wisdom are invaluable allies, regardless of our circumstances," Atus remarked, his gaze locked onto Vilkas's eyes with unwavering intensity. He chose not to mirror Vilkas's imposing posture, understanding that this encounter was not a contest of intimidation. Atus had already committed himself to a path of righteousness, embracing a noble code that guided his actions, a principle shared by a few others like him.
"You embody the essence of a good man, Vilkas," Atus continued, his voice steady. "You symbolize a greatness that once existed. Encourage others to follow that same path." With that, he released his intense stare and stepped around Vilkas, making his way to the door. As he opened it and stepped into the streets of Whiterun, he noted the time of day; it was afternoon, yet the sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows as the days were still shorter in the season of First Seed.
Atus marched toward the gate, inhaling the fragrant smells that permeated the surrounding air. It would be another clear and brilliant evening, and he was looking forward to the journey ahead, lit by the light of the moons. He might even go on a hunt. The moment Atus passed through the gate, he vanished, enveloping himself in an eerie shroud of mist.
Vilkas had anticipated that the Imperial would either make a run for it or put up a fight, but he was taken aback by the words that came out of his mouth. The presence of the Imperial was unwelcome, and Vilkas concealed his irritation behind a scowl. He could hear Hulda snort in disdain, though there was a hint of satisfaction in her demeanor now that the Imperial had departed. Taking a moment to collect himself, Vilkas felt his anger begin to fade away, and with that, he turned on his heel and exited The Bannered Mare, making his way back to Jorrvaskr.
"You embody the essence of a good man, Vilkas," Atus continued, his voice steady. "You symbolize a greatness that once existed. Encourage others to follow that same path." With that, he released his intense stare and stepped around Vilkas, making his way to the door. As he opened it and stepped into the streets of Whiterun, he noted the time of day; it was afternoon, yet the sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows as the days were still shorter in the season of First Seed.
Atus marched toward the gate, inhaling the fragrant smells that permeated the surrounding air. It would be another clear and brilliant evening, and he was looking forward to the journey ahead, lit by the light of the moons. He might even go on a hunt. The moment Atus passed through the gate, he vanished, enveloping himself in an eerie shroud of mist.
Vilkas had anticipated that the Imperial would either make a run for it or put up a fight, but he was taken aback by the words that came out of his mouth. The presence of the Imperial was unwelcome, and Vilkas concealed his irritation behind a scowl. He could hear Hulda snort in disdain, though there was a hint of satisfaction in her demeanor now that the Imperial had departed. Taking a moment to collect himself, Vilkas felt his anger begin to fade away, and with that, he turned on his heel and exited The Bannered Mare, making his way back to Jorrvaskr.
She remained quiet and observed the exchange between both men, impressed by Atus’ words and noble demeanor. She doubted few people, regardless of their race, would have remained as calm and composed in the face of the insult the Nord warrior had spat out.
She let out a bent up breath when the other brute of a man left. Solena returned to her simple meal determined to write up a short advertisement of her own underneath the one posted for The Chimera Guild. She would volunteer her services as a guard to accompany travelers heading towards Solitude or ask if she could join up with a small company planning to head there. She felt it was high time to leave Whiterun.
She let out a bent up breath when the other brute of a man left. Solena returned to her simple meal determined to write up a short advertisement of her own underneath the one posted for The Chimera Guild. She would volunteer her services as a guard to accompany travelers heading towards Solitude or ask if she could join up with a small company planning to head there. She felt it was high time to leave Whiterun.
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