Sarrina contemplated the long walk through the cold tundra of skyrim. The snow battered her paled freckled face causing her to squint, shiver and groan throughout the adventure and it was harder to tell which was more bitter and brutal. The thoughts rummaging through her brain about the certain deed she was fulfilling, or the snow hindering her from getting to her destination as fast as she can. No matter, the sight brought a subtle smile to her face when her destination was in her horizon and all of the hardships she encountered wasn't going to be in vain. The small town of Kynesgrove was seen giving the young nordic woman a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"Gods... I would ask how's the weather treating you, but I think your face says it all. I thought nords were use to the cold." The woman's voice brought a chuckle to Sarrina.<br/><br/>Her shoulders shrugged from her sides as she removed the cowl, revealing her dark auburn hair. " Well this nord is use to the warm weather in Cyrodil... Here it took me a bit to find it, but I did... and please... don't ask me where I had to go to find this..."<br/><br/>Sarrina reached into her thick fur coat to grab the treasure the imperial woman dared to request. It was easy to tell the emotions of the youthful imperial.<br/><br/>"I cannot thank you enough, for finding the full volumes for me... I just wish you had one for yourself, just so you can see what a masterpiece it is." The young imperial said embracing Sarrina out of appreciation.<br/><br/>The smirk grew on her face as the two grew distant.<br/><br/>"Let's just say there was more where that came from... Thanks for the coin it'll last for the long trip ahead... You'd be surprise on the request I get now that all this Alduin nonsense has been dealt with... Well if you need me I am just a courier away." She said giving a subtle wave to her former client.<br/><br/>Tapping her fingers on the fine steel blade, she found her self hitting the rhythm of her footsteps, giving her time to think.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">The sleepless dragon... Haven't been there in a while... Hope the bastard is still there.</span>"<br/><br/>The smile on her face faded, as her emotions fell back into the cold abyss it once left. Maybe it was time to rest her feet. Or perhaps there was a need to warm up. Her decision was final once she saw the<span style="font-style: italic"> The Kynesgrove Inn</span>. She found herself walking into the inn where the bard sings of the glories of Dragnoborn, the locals drank to their accomplishments and sorrows, and the travelers ate in silence. Relaxing was the first thing on her mind and after tossing her fur heavy coat to the seat next to her, unwanted attention was brought in her direction. Nordic males whistled to the sway of the bard's hips while others scowled at the mysterious freckled woman wearing black leather. Her own cowl revealed herself as a skeever towards the scowling men.<br/><br/>" I didn't know this inn was infested with skeevers... Go back to the sewers..." A random male cried.<br/><br/>Sarrina's eyes never left the innkeeper, and a smirk grew on her face. A quick sword to the throat, or maybe even a cry to the sweet mother sounded promising in her thoughts, but there was something more important then that. The mission at hand. The nord woman had to eat.<br/><br/>"You have any Vension chop? Kinda hungry for that." Sarrina said sliding the coin towards the Innkeeper.<br/><br/>A quick nod came from the keeper as he ordered the food for the young nord.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Tweny two seasons spent on nirn, and I still have to put up with these N,Wah...</span>" she thought as her eyes traveled down to the wooden counter in front of her.<br/><br/>The life destiny chose her to have got her thinking about the moment her feet left the lands of Cyrodil. The moment her curiosity led to her capture and the moment where destruction became her prince charming. Life as an adventurer was rough but recently seeing one of her close friends taking an arrow to a knee got her to think about her on choices and for a brief second she wondered when exactly was her time?<br/><br/>A subtle sigh came from her once the rich, spicy and soothing smell of venison chop appeared in front of her. It was time for her to eat...