Maydine glanced up from the book she was reading as the patrons of the inn moved quickly past her. Occasionally one would eye her suspiciously and she thought she heard foul utterances in her general direction, but she couldn't be sure. Sighing softly, she rubbed her temples. This kind of reaction was expected from her. Mages weren't always the most trusted of patrons in this land. She had hoped leaving the town of Winterhold would bring some relief from people's negative attitudes, but it only let up slightly. She certainly didn't try to hide what she was. The light from the fire reflected off her deep blue robes. Anyone with a passing glance could recognize what she was, and wild fantasies were running through their head about what she could do with her magic.<br/><br/>This was her third day in Helgen. She had stumbled onto this small town by chance while she was looking for her father's friend. A lack of fund's had forced her to help out in the inn, usually by cooking or cleaning, though occasionally she was called upon to use her magic. Lighting fires, cooking food, simple things. She detested the destruction magic, but it seemed to be the most popular schools in the land. She sighed as she turned the page of her book. Money had not been an issue when she was at the college, and now it was a cold reality that the world ran on money.<br/><br/>One of the other employee's came over to her and told her to bus the tables. Maydine looked up from her book and her eyes glowed a deep shade of purple.<span style="color: Purple">I'm on my break.</span>The other employee quickly made her way from Maydine. It was about time to be leaving this town. Maydine would never intentionally harm an innocent person with magic, but she didn't like to be interrupted when she was reading.<br/><br/>Looking up, she saw the Dunmer sit down in a chair near hers. It wasn't entirely strange to see new people in Helgen, at least as much as she could tell in the last couple days. Most people were here because of the upcoming execution. She herself had no desire to see it.<span style="color: Purple">You don't look like you came here for the execution. </span>As she spoke, her eyes stayed on her book, an old tome that she had found in one of the many rooms in the college. A thought dawned on her as she brought her eyes up and looked at the dark elf. She looked back towards the other employee in the inn. It was time for her to leave, and a random traveler might be safer than being on her own. If he tried anything, she could always summon an Atronach.<span style="color: Purple">Are you passing through to anywhere in particular?</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>