A tall, slender figure slipped into the tavern, throwing rays of
candlelight and the buzz of a busy inn into the dark, quiet street
she'd just abandoned for the ruckus of The Bee and Barb. The buzz died
down for a moment as the patrons took in the sight of the newcomer,
though she was no stranger to this place at all. It was only a rare
sight for her to be seen.
Dark, fitted armor stuck to her frame like a leather and steel coat of
paint that had a few men's eyes lingering too long on her, a dark hood
covered her face from view as she wove her way through the tangle of
patrons, the two swords at her belt pulsing a menacing warning that
practically cleared her path to the bar for her. They were a rare
sight, deadric weapons, but when you were the daughter of one of the
greatest theives in Tamriel, you learned how to obtain what you wanted.
By the time the woman had reached the Argonian inn keeper at the bar,
the tavern had resumed its normal chatter as it was before she'd
entered. The inn keeper smiled at the woman and looked genuinely
pleased to see her.
"Ah, Kaala!" The Argonian rasped. "Its been so long, what troubles have
you gotten into since last we met?"
Behind the hood Kaala smiled. She reached up and pushed the dark fabric
away from her face and let it hang over her shoulders. A cascade of
white hair flowed in it's wake, ending past her shoulders in a
startling contrast to her armor and almost Imperial-like skin tone, but
it was clear she was a Nord. Warpaint the same shade as snow made a
swirling pattern over her right cheek and ended at her throat. A silver
ringlet covered her forehead and three silvery-blue stones adorned the
band, making her silvery-white irises almost appear blue.
"Oh, so much like your mother, child. So much like your mother." The
inn keeper sounded like she was remembering something in a time far
beyond Kaala's. She snapped out of her daze when Kaala rested her
weapons on the bar and took a seat. The argonian's eyes zeroed in on
the glowing red of the Daedric swords and she narrowed her eyes at
Kaala.
"But with the blood of your father, of course. " she shook her head at
the grinning theif before her.
"Oh, please. Their owner hardly deserved them. " Kaala's tone was a
light tease, but the Argonian simply shook her head.
"So, I went down to Whiterun." Kaala traced her finger over the rotting
wood of the bar as the inn keeper plopped a bottle of mead before her.
"I heard." The bartender's voice was sharp. She pulled a sheet of
parchment out from her belt and handed it to Kaala.
It was a wanted poster with the most innacurate sketch of her yet, a
bounty scrawled beneath it, large enough to make a grown man squeal
25,000 gold for Moonmark, alive.
"My, that didn't take much time." Kaala sounded thuroughly entertained,
but she ripped the poster in four and set the pieces under her bottle
before looking around the bar, wondering if anyone had witnessed the
exchange
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