Name: Asora Eledis<br/>Species: Wood Elf<br/>Age: Young<br/>Class: Thief<br/>Sign: Thief<br/><br/>Asora trudged wearily through the snow covering the road. Barely a day ago, she had been safe in the warmth of the ruined fort with her friends. That was until one of those lousy two bit<span style="font-style: italic">heroes</span>had shown up and killed them all. She had only just managed to excape, the hero's heavy steel armour preventing him from following her any great distance. All she wanted now was somewhere warm to stay for a few nights. The only things she had with her were her battered elven armour, a dozen arrows, an elven bow with a broken string, a rusty dagger she had found and a handful of gold coins. Noticing the lights of the inn, she broke into a run, slipping unnoticed through the door and setting herself in front of the fire just in time to see an argonian cast a spell on the owner.<br/><br/>"Ugh, mages." Asora spat, shaking the icicles from her short, black hair. "Never trusted them. That did look like the last room key though. Not like it would do me much good." She said to herself, pulling her purse out and counting it's contents.<br/><br/>"Seven gold pieces. Looks like I'm going to have to liberate some more." She chuckled as she looked around at the drunken patrons. "This is going to be easy."