((I think I'll bring in my character from the game.))
Xxaga had just left the city to search for something to kill, when she heard a fight. Drawing her waraxe, which was ebony cooled in the blood of a Daedra, she ran towards the fight. The conditioning she had from wearing heavy armor for years paid off, for she was not weighed down much by the dragon bone armor she wore. However, by the time she got there, the fight had been resolved. A Khajiit, a Nord, and a Redguard, a bit of an unusual group if she had any say in it, sat in a circle. There were no bodies, so she guessed these three had been in a bit of a conflict. Placing the axe back in its loop on her belt, she approached them. "What happened? I heard the fighting from the road" She crossed her arms and waited for a response.