<strong>Name:</strong>Varinka<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sovelis<br/><br/><strong>"Give the elf an ale Joral."</strong><br/><br/>Varinka told the bartender and gave him a gold coin. There was something mysterious about this elf, something dark but she couldn't quite tell what it was. Although she was quite happy with her life, she always felt something was missing and she was desperate to leave the province and see the rest of Skyrim. Climb the mountains, see the capital, camp in the marshes. Maybe eventually get out of Skyrim and explore the rest of Tamriel. The Imperial City is said to be amazing and Varinka really wanted to go there once. Maybe this elf was her ticket out of Winterhold.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm a Nord. If the cold would bother me, I'd be an Imperial."</strong><br/><br/>She shrugged as she said it and raised her mug to the elf. His glare was a little unnerving but she had her sword on her back so the moment he'd make an attempt to kill her, not only would she fight back, the entire bar would go after him and it certainly wouldn't help the rest of the Elves living in Skyrim. He looked smarter than that so despite his smile, Varinka wasn't too worried.<br/><br/><strong>"So tell me, what brings you to the frozen North? I can't be leisure."</strong>