caravan guard
lone Khajiit
Circe awoke in the inn she had fallen asleep in and found a note telling her the group had gone to Whiterun.
'Ugh, bloody mortals.' She said in her dark drone of a voice.
She put on her close fitting assassin-like armour and then headed out of the door.
When she finally arrived at Whiterun she scoped the area looking for the group. Her nose found them before her eyes. It was the Elf that had the strongest odour. To a mortal nose this area would only smell of fresh flowers, but Circe was not mortal. Her dark red eyes focused on the group and she made her way towards them.
'Halt citizen,' a rough voice said, it was one of the Hold's soldiers. 'What is your business here?'
It wasn't unusual for guards to be suspicious of Circe. Her striking beauty mixed with her deadly eyes made them all suspect she was a vampire. She wasn't far off in all honesty.
'Look me in the eye.' she demanded and the guard did so. 'You never saw me, I do not exist. You will go home and die in your sleep. Do you understand?'
'Y-yes.'
'Good, now get out of my face.'
Circe continued to her group, when she arrived at their camp she found Balmor asleep. She stood by his side and waited for him to wake.
OOC holy crap that's scary. This is going to be an interesting Rp scenario