Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-11457306-20131223042045

Anwen stood in the market, looking up at the stone monoliths, lit with braziers and the light of Masser and Secundus. The sky was clear for once--they were being treated to a rare sight--Markarth unshrouded by fog. She'd been here before, but the sight of the great city which was once inhabited by the Dwemer and then the Forsworn never ceased to take her breath away. She started forward, ignoring the inn for now, walking toward the nearest stone stairs. A visit to the temple of Talos was in order.

She wound her way across the stone bridges and walkways until she found the great brass doors which faced the Understone Keep. She stepped forward to pull one open, but instead, it opened seemingly of its own accord and smashed her in the face. "Ow!" she held her bloodied nose.

"Watch where you're going then, next time!" said a belligerent female voice.

Anwen looked down at the diminutive Breton. "You watch where you're going!" she growled back. She grabbed the girl's jacket and shoved her back into the temple. Then the fight was on.