<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Male/Elves%20Males/tumblr_m9uwmkE5eC1rnroato1_500_zpsc54a817f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sovelis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Winterhold: Gates, Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/>Sovelis walked through the sodden and tramped snow to the city gates, and looked up from his hood to the guards.<em>Oh, yes, they stand there as if immune to the cold, while the cloak I purchased barely banishes the chill.</em>He thought lowering the ebony gilded hood of the black fur cloak he was wearing, to reveal the red eyes all but glowing the dimming evening. This far up north full dark came fast, and the effect of his eyes set upon the guards gave a certain amusement to the assassin.<br/><br/>The wind blew his white hair about his face and neck, and a red jewel laced with yet more ebony hung from his neck. The guards had obviously seen Dunmer before, but he guessed someone like him walking through the snow was a little at odds with what they knew. Giving a subtle bow, that anyone that attended Morowinds court would know as an insult, he rose back to his full height and smiled, white teeth against his dark skin.<strong>"Would you Nords like my name and business, or can I pass?"</strong>He asked the question with amusement still in his voice, his passion wanting to take him directly to the College, but he knew better.<br/><br/>Sovelis had resolved to wait till morning when he decided to push on towards the city early that afternoon, and truthfully he was all too happy just to get out of the cold. He'd grown used to it enough by now, but even still days in the wilds after his hose stumbled down a cliff had not made him pleased with the time he made in getting here. The guards for their part stared for another second before welcoming him in, and it was what you could expect from Nords.<em>Hopefully those with knowledge of daedric artifacts will be Mer, and not man.</em>He thought, not with bitterness, but he knew that most men would not see him have the knowledge he sought.<br/><br/>He walked through the gates garnering stares, though enough Dunmer probably practiced magic at the College, few carried the kind of weapons and armor that Sovelis wore. The trappings of wealth on someone who had walked to the hold, and he wasn't about to tell them otherwise. His horse falling with him from that ridge was not something he wanted marring his reputation, and if anyone had seen it happen, they had best keep their mouths shut. Sovelis was all for amusement at others expense, he rarely felt the same way when he was the source of the amusement.<br/><br/>Sovelis made his way to what appeared to be a Tavern, and actually had to focus to read the sign worn from snowstorms.<em>Frozen hearth? I hope that's not literal.</em>His thoughts now were bitter as he swung open the door closing it behind him as to not let the chill in, if he disliked the whether, he could imagine how locals took to wasting a good fire. He was pleased to find the name but a play upon words as the hearth burned bright with warmth, and the heat of bodies clustered near started to thaw the chill from him.<br/><br/>His gaze swept the room, resting on the lady Dunmer a second as he placed where he'd seen her before.<em>Banished Lady Indoril. Well you seem to be doing better in Skyrim than in Morrowind.</em>He thought of her briefly, and wondered what she knew of him and whether she was a member of the College. Putting those thoughts from his mind he made his way to a table, people looking at the snow he left in his wake with some anger, but truthfully the sight of Lady Indoril had made him forget his manners, and he wasn't going to let it show, so he made of himself a rude and haughty man taking a seat away from the Nords, who seemed well enough interested in avoiding him. For now...