<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/azmantazzi1_zpsde91a8b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anders<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Riften, Dockside<br/><strong>Time:</strong>2:45 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>La'Ora<br/><br/>The journey from his home in Morrowind had not taken as long as he expected. He was grateful, of course, that the town he hailed from, Blacklight, was very close to Skyrim's eastern border. He was additionally grateful that not far across that border lay Windhelm, a keep and village populated by a great many Dunmer. All he had to do was make it through the Dunmeth Pass, and even by foot the journey had taken him less than a week and presented no real problems. The Pass was regularly patrolled and seemed altogether peaceful.<br/><br/>The snow, the cold weather, none of that bothered Anders D'nali as he made his way westward. He had been raised in a slum, oftentimes living in a shelter with little protection from the elements, so this journey had been fairly easy for him.<br/><br/>In Windhelm, he found few allies and fewer friends. Thankfully, the Dunmer there were at odds with the Nords that 'controlled' the city so they had little time, energy, or inclination to hate a half-breed like Anders. He was half human, half dunmer: resembling both races, but not appearing entirely like either one. Back in Morrowind, he was treated worse than a second-class citizen, and other children gave him daily reminders of how he was 'different' at the end of skinned knuckles, split lips, black eyes and bloody noses. This treatment was an almost daily occurrence, but it had produced an interesting side-effect: Anders was tempered against such mistreatment. Fisticuffs were a normal activity for him. He feared no one and nothing, and every day alive to him was a blessing. It had hardened him far more than nearly any other lifestyle would have, and this tempering would prove to save his hide on many occasions.<br/><br/>He spent the better part of two days in Windhelm seeking the information he was after. He sought a human, an Imperial officer, tall with black hair, ice-blue eyes, and a very unique tattoo on his left arm and shoulder. This human was important to Anders: it was the man that he had planned to kill.<br/><br/>Information was not very plentiful in Windhelm, even though after explaining his case, some of the Dunmer had agreed to aid him. He had never received 'generosity' before, and at first had refused any charity offered him. But his cause was just, they said, and he slept on a clean floor near a warm hearth, and ate warm bread for the first time in ages.<br/><br/>He discovered that there -was- a person who might be able to help him: an information broker of sorts. She was a bosmer with the mysterious name, “La'Ora”, and he was told that she could be found in the town of Riften, further to the south. Anders was told several stories about her, from how this woman was a whore for the Theives Guild and garnered her information from the enraptured beds of her clients, to how this woman was an assassin for the same organization and had slain every person who had laid eyes on her angelic face. While Anders believed few of these tales, there was a common theme heard from -all- his sources in Windhelm: she was the person to seek if he wanted to find answers to his questions.<br/><br/>Being the only lead he was able to gather in three days of searching, Anders grew restless and departed Windhelm, heading south. The trip was longer and a bit more treacherous than the journey from Morrowind to Windhelm had been, but he was able to make the journey without any serious complications.<br/><br/>Arriving in Riften, he found far few Dunmer and far more humans than he had in Windhelm, but ultimately it didn't truly matter: both races distrusted him equally. He arrived in the early evening, stealing himself over the city wall instead of going through the main-gate where a tax was being collected from anyone coming into the city. Dodging and hiding from the guards on the walls was far easier than expected, and silently Anders mocked the humans and their poor nightvision. He made his way towards the taverns of the place and began his inquiries anew.<br/>Unlike Windhelm, the people here were -not- so forthcoming speaking about La'Ora, and in fact when he mentioned that he was seeking her, several of the people who he spoke to gave him wary or dirty looks. After spending most of the evening quietly inquiring, he finally met a gentleman who promised that he could take Anders to meet this mysterious broker of information.<br/><br/>Anders went with this man, and of course it was a trap. But to Anders, -life- was a trap, so he was not surprised when the man led him to a dark alley, drew a knife, and tried to gut him. Anders disarmed and disabled the man, breaking the man's wrist in the process, and before the half-breed could embed his sword into the man's gut, the man cried out that this had merely been a test, that if Anders had passed it, only THEN would he be able to meet with La'Ora.<br/><br/>Patience running thin, Anders extracted the information from the thug and departed, breaking the man's -other- wrist in the process. He would be able to find La'Ora at the dock, behind a specific warehouse at a specific time, where she would be waiting. If Anders didn't show up, La'Ora would assume the thug had killed him. But if Anders did show up, then that would be proof enough that he was worthy of a few minutes of La'Ora's time.<br/><br/>Anders decided to do one better – he went to the location -two hours- early. He examined the area and made a small spot to sit behind a stack of crates, where he would be out of sight but could keep watch on the meeting location through the small crack between two crates.<br/><br/>Time crawled by as he waited patiently, preparing his words in his mind, preparing his offer for this information he so desperately sought. When his mother passed away, he had little reason to remain in Blacklight, but he had -every- reason to hunt down the man who had defiled his mother, and given this life to Anders himself. All roads had lead to this place, to this moment. He would get the information from this La'Ora and then he'd be yet one more step closer to exacting his revenge, slipping into the embrace of darkness to continue on his quest.<br/><br/>Quietly he waited and watched, cloaked in complete darkness unmoving and soundless. The time for the meeting with her was rapidly approaching, and he found himself gripping the handles of his twin short-blades anxiously. The night was now very old, only a few short hours lie between darkness and daybreak. He saw only two or three people pass by this way in the two hours he sat there – this location truly was little used, a perfect place to meet this mysterious woman.<br/>