<i><span style="color: DarkRed">'This place was as bad as oblivion...'</span></i>And to prove that thought one would only have to look around the lands and see the snow laying in layers on the countryside.  Ontop of that was the cold breeze blowing through the passes of the mountains, and freezing anyone who didn't live here.  The young elf could prove it by the way she shivered inside her armor every time she was standing still.   Skyrim was worse than oblivion to her.  It felt as if people hated her just because of what she was, and the cold of the place tried to freeze her to drive her away.  She had had to deal with this horrid land for the past 2 years.<br/><br/>And something that made those years worse what that she was assigned as a soldier to guard a Thalmore agent... and one who hated Skyrim more than she did, giving her a bad attitude for being ordered here.  To top that off, this one knew who her family was, nothing but a daughter of a lowly seamstress, the complete opposite of the Thalmore bitch herself, a mage from a very high ranking family in the Dominion.  The fact that the younger elf knew magic, and was an elf, was the only thing that put her above the Nords and other races.  Dei'Mia was yet unsure which was worse though, the hatred from the Nords because she was an elf, or the hatred from her 'boss' for being a low class elf.<br/><br/>The battlemage girl was busy being miserable with the weather and the cold that her armor padding was barely keeping her safe from.  She only came out of her thoughts when she head her name being addressed, she had not been listening to any of the conversation between her superior, and the imperial woman.  Her mistake.<span style="color: Sienna">“Dei'Mia Elestra!   You are staying here, watch the execution.  Make sure the imperials actually go through with the execution of the Talos worshiper.”</span>she said, drawing they younger elf's attention, and glare.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Yes Ma'am...”</span><br/><br/>That glare put a grin on the Thalmore's face before she turned her horse away and ride out of town, the Thalmore and her 'boytoy' leaving her along in a human village.  Just perfect.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Bitch...”</span>she muttered a bit once the two were out of hearing.  She hated that woman about as much as she hated Skyrim and the cold.  And she was left out here standing alone in the cold.<br/><br/>Well, once the thalmore was out of eyesight,Dei'Mia rolled her eyes a bit, and made her way around to the headsman block to lean against the stone watchtower near it.  It looked like they were doing just fine there, the headsman block and executioner was there and ready, and guards were posted to ensure none of the coming prisoners escaped alive.<span style="color: DarkRed">“They don't need me here... Where is the inn and a nice hot fire”</span>she muttered and laughed to herself at the bit of insubordination.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to find the inn and walk into the early morning group o coming to get a drink.  The silence and stares were to be expected though, an altmer walking into an inn in full golden elven craft armor, and a matching sword.  It didn't matter, she could already feel the lack of the cold wind.  And she could see the fire blazing in it's setting.  Too bad the seats near it were full.  They weren't for long though as two of them fled their seats upon seeing an approaching armored elf.<br/><br/>At that seat, Dei'Mia actually looked around, and studied the people around her in the building.  A suspicious looking Argonian, a dunmer, and multiple other humans, including one who looked like she was a mage, her lack of armor a dead giveaway.  That didn't matter much. Though, so she just waved a nearby barmaid over to get an order of food and drink.  While she waited for the young girl to get the courage to come over, the elf removed her helmet, letting her scarlet red hair fall over her shoulders where it wasn't tied up, and displayed her golden skin, dark tattoos, orange eyes and red lips to everyone else.  Including her angular elven features.  Soon after came her gauntlets, before holding her cold hands up to warm by the fire.<br/><br/>When the barmaid came over finally, Deimia placed her order.<span style="color: DarkRed"> “Just some hot stew please, and a bottle of alto wine.”</span>she placed to the barmaid before ignoring the rest of the people, just focusing on getting herself warmed up by the fire after the cold of the outside world.  Why would she even bother giving any attention to people who obviously glared at her so much, and showed open hatred for her in  their looks toward her.<br/><br/>She only looked up when there was a call from the watchmen.  So the criminals for execution had arrived.  Good, as soon as the execution was over, maybe she could enjoy some drinks for the night.   She would disobey the order to watch the execution.  She was sure the imperials would finish off the job, she did not want to go back out into the Skyrim winter.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>