Dren looked out at the huge walls of the grand Imperial city as he approached them, in awe of the huge walls that could only rival Mournholds in his home country. The dark elf male had traveled all the way from Morrowind, on foot to this place, finding quite a bit of neat things on the way. Dren pushed open the doors of the imperial city. and walked in, greeting a guard as he did so. Dren looked out of place, in netch leather armor that clung to his form and wielding several rather exotic looking weapons. about him. Dren was a scout, he didn't need to worry about all that though.<br/><br/>The dark elf questioned a guard as to where he could find a reasonable, but cheap place to stay. The dark elf was a noble and accomplished, he had a lot of money back in morrowind, but where is the fun in adventuring when you weren't ruffing it? Dren took the guard's advice and spend a little longer wandering the area, stopping by The Best Defense to pick up some new gear to help him blend in a bit better before heading to the waterfront.<br/><br/>Dren stepped out onto the long bridge of the waterfront, gazing at the tower and making his way south, he would spend a little time here, asking sailors about latest rumors that he could investigate. Rumors sometimes lead to good things, other times, they lead to bad things.<br/><br/>He was a handsome elf, with shoulder length snow white hair and eyes the color of ruby he appeared well armed, a sword on his back and one on each hip, an odd looking longbow crossing the blade on his back. Dren had left most of his artifacts at home in his vault, but he did bring one with him. The dark elf stopped by a sign, taking a moment to read it "The bloated float?" He blinked, looking up at the sign and shook his head, walking back behind one fo the great wall, where there looked like there was a slum. Dren approached the group of buildings, looking around curiously.