Azeron's eyes drifted sideways toward the Bretton girl who had spoken to him. She had the look of a magic user about her.<span style="color: Red">No.</span>He said and redirected his eyes back to the Argonian who had engaged the Nord woman at the bar. If the Bretton wanted play the disinterested inquirer, then Azeron would play the same.<span style="color: Red">I'm bound west, though.</span><br/><br/>He glanced down at his road worn boots. The black leather had turned to brown, after many miles of dirt and mud and snow had dulled them.<span style="color: Red">And the execution found me.</span><br/><br/>Outside the watchman on the eastern gate shouted. Azeron shifted slightly in his seat. Ulfric was soon to arrive then.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>