by Shadowfax » November 11th, 2013, 11:30 pm
Silver was about to mention a small little square that had a small stall on it selling fresh bread and meat, but the bell cut across her. Scowling, Silver looked up and followed Rahk's out the door into the cold streets as a light flurry of snow began. Seeing the Legion there made her blood boil. She ran a hand over her daggers handle, but quickly withdrew for fear of drawing attention to herself. Then she swore under her breath... Here she was in blind daylight in her Dark Brotherhood garb. She had ripped the robe to pieces in order to patch up her wound.
"Damn it" Silver muttered, sliding into the shadows to avoid detection as the Legion passed through.
As the procession began, a familiar face was wandering the streets of Windhelm. The man was a nord of about thirty and he was clad in steel armor. There was a dark look about him, yet his eyes were soft and caring. The man had Companion written all over him. He had a lost look to him and as the procession was about to round the corner, one of the horses had to slam on the breaks to avoid walking into the nord.
"Woah... sorry about that, I.." Farkus began, but the rider did not look impressed.