Long periods of travel could take its toll, and Wayrest seemed a wonderful place to have a rest. Rosshan rode along a cobblestone path atop her horse, Sandstorm, through the rural areas of the Stormhaven province. Wayrest itself was still a decent distance away from her previous night's camp, but early morning travels and a strong, healthy horse helped close the distance with little trouble. Rosshan herself was still a bit tired from waking up so early, but it was impossible to tell from her proud riding stance and the layers of armour she wore. Knightly steel covered her from head to toe, the long hanging flaps of a red surcoat surrounding her upper legs and breastplate. Hanging off her saddle rested a longsword and small round shield, both of Cyrodiilic design, forged from silver.<br/><br/>Her horse was decorated in similar protection, steel protecting her head, neck, and body, while a long flowing blanket of identical colour to Rosshan's coat covered her tan fur and upper legs. Together, the pair looked like a very impressive duo, which helped keep some unwanted attention away from smarter bandits - and attracted it from those who weren't quite as clever. Rosshan's most recent work involved taking care of some who had been causing particularly large amounts of trouble in the region, and her methods of minimizing bloodshed had gone swimmingly for the encounter. Only three bandits were actually slain, the chief and their most trusted accomplices, and the rest were either spoken down or magically scattered, magical illusions quelling their behavior and allowing them to be convinced more easily. But for those that couldn't be handled peacefully, there was her sword. It proved itself effective in combat, and a burlap sack stained a deep brownish-red at the bottom hanging on the horse's saddle contained the remains of those who had lead the whole organization.<br/><br/>As she neared the wall of Wayrest, the guards standing outside stopped her immediate entrance. A small annoyance, but one she understood, especially due to how heavily armed and armoured she was.<span style="font-style: italic">Just doing their jobs,</span>she silently mused, slowing her horse to a trot and eventual stop before dismounting.<br/><br/>"What's your business here, knight?" One guard asked, unfamiliar with the figure in front of him, but the quality of her equipment made his mind wander to that conclusion.<br/><br/>"I picked up a bounty for a bandit gang hanging around Bearclaw Mine from a nearby village. I'm here to turn it in," She explained, motioning towards the sack. She didn't touch it, and rested her hand on her hip after the gesture. "And while I'm around, get some decent food. Maybe stop by the temple for a little bit."<br/><br/>The guard nodded. "Nice work. That mine's productivity hit an all-time low after those bandits moved in. Maybe now it'll start its operations again. What's your name?"<br/><br/>"Rosshan Kazem. Adventurer, small-time would-be hero, member of the Cyrodiil Fighter's Guild. High Rock seemed like a good place to make a name for myself." Rosshan flexed her free arm and shifted her weight onto one leg, striking a quick pose that amused both of the guards. She couldn't help but chuckle a little alongside them.<br/><br/>"Doesn't sound like you're from around here, then. I suggest looking into the Cloudy Dregs Inn if you get the chance, but the local guildhall might be willing to take you in as well. And if you don't mind me asking, are you from Hammerfell?"<br/><br/>Rosshan removed her helmet, revealing her face to the guard. Light brown skin speckled with darker freckles, somewhat broad facial features, and very wavy hair, though the shade was a robustly deep red rather than the usual Redguard black. "You could say that. I was born in Anvil, but I stayed in Hammerfell for most of my early life. Why do you ask?" Holding her helmet on her hip, she undid the tie that held her hair back, and it immediately fell loose and sort of poofed out to frame her face.<br/><br/>The guard shifted uncomfortably for a moment, but answered in hushed tones. "You didn't hear it from me, but there are Thalmor in the city. Anyone from an independent province probably isn't on their good side. Just keep your head down and avoid any Altmer in fancy robes, and you should be fine. But be careful."<br/><br/>Rosshan frowned a little at the mention of Thalmor, but nodded appreciatively as the guards opened the door to the city for her. She climbed back onto Sandstorm's saddle, and as she crossed through the door, the guard halted her one last time.<br/><br/>"There's a stable on the north side of the city, if you need it. Have a good day."<br/><br/>"Thanks, you too." Rosshan flashed the guard a smile, then entered the city proper, her helmet nestled between her legs in front of her on the saddle while she rode in.