Jason
After she bid farewell to Hyalan, Mirihil left the Windpeak Inn and again met the piercing cold. She walked down the steps to the road and started heading deeper into the town. The cold was ferocious, but getting involved in Thalmor business would've surely been worse.

As she walked, she couldn't help but feel that something was... Off. With every passing second it felt like a tarry mist, colder even than the Sea of Ghost's winds, was settling over her very soul. She tried to focus on it and at least speculate as to its source, but her thoughts were almost whisked away from her in an instant.

She came upon the jarl's longhouse eventually, picking up what sounded like an argument. She lowered her hood and scoped it out to see if there was anything she could learn. Whatever this feeling was, it was certainly some form of powerful magic.
Rachel
An argument indeed was heard infront of the lodge, a women named Brina and the current Jarl, Skald the Elder in quite the heated argument. *"Your man Horik is wearing old Legion armor. What should I make of that?"* Spoken up from the Jarl, cross his arms glaring down at the women. Clearly frustrated and suspecting his own people of treason. *"He's proud of his service, Skald... The Legion taught us loyalty. And we're loyal to Dawnstar.."* Replied back from the women Brina, hands on her hips sighing as she noticed Mirihil behind but paid no attention. Returning to the Jarl. *"This is over... I catch you sending letters to General Tullius, I'll have you both executed.."* With a stern tone, Skald returned back into the lodge. Leaving the steps silent and tense, Brina turned around to gaze at the Mitihil and spoke. 

*"You come to Dawnstar at a bad time. Tempers are... Fiery."*
Jason
She watched with narrowed eyes as Skald went back inside. She held no particular allegiance to either side of this brewing civil war. The Empire's capital had been her home for most of her life, but she held no love for it. Either way, it seemed both sides would soon have to put down their arms and focus on more pressing threats. 

"I see," She answered, gaze falling from the longhouse to Brina. "I'm Mirihil, an adventurer. Pardon the intrusion, but are those fiery tempers solely the product of the war? There some other kind of trouble the city's having?" She kept it vague, not wanting to cause any panic if no one else had sensed what she had.
Rachel
*Brina nodded, sighing in exhaustion it seems. Trying her best to give a smile*
 
"Brina, nice to meet you... But not a single man or women in Dawnstar has gotten a good nights rest in days... We keep having the same nightmare, over and over.". Brina stated, glancing back to the inn. She'd pace a bit*

"If people aren't tired, they're angry, and if they aren't angry, they're afraid. It's made keeping order a mess... I hear Mara has sent one of her priests to the inn to try to calm people down, but I don't know how much words will do now."

*She pointed to the inn, sighing once more. Clearly wanting to go home now, nodding to her with one more smile before leaving*

"Excuse me, I'll be heading home now.."

*Leaving, but if this is really just a normal phenomenon or caused by something or someone? It seems this Mara priest is the best shot at learning more*
Jason
Mirihil hummed in response to the revelation. Dream Magic was usually associated with Vaermina. Repeating, shared nightmares pointed towards an attempt to break the spirit, but to what ends? No matter what, it was clear she'd be getting her hands dirty soon.

"Thank you," She said with a nod once Brina excused herself. She'd said a priest of Mara had arrived at the inn to help, so that would be her first destination. She hoped Hyalan's business had been cleared up as she set off on the path.
Rachel
*In the comforting warmth of the Windpeak Inn, there was cold distress within. As Mirihil enters they could hear talking of these dreams* 

"Listen to your friend, Fruki. They are just dreams, my dear. I assure you that it's quite normal.."

*The priest speaks, trying to be sincere. But the distressed women kept talking of her troubles*

"It's the same dream over and over again. You think that's normal? It's evil I tell you!"

*She yelled out, clearly from an outside perspective she seems insane. Her friend finally speaking once more*

"Erandur, she has a point. You keep telling us no harm will follow these dreams, but they must be an omen.."