Tanesha Jorin didn't like Skyrim. When compared to her home province in the Keshali Lowlands within the Jilian Kingdom the land was cold and almost bare. Towards Whiterun she found the air more pleasant and the forests thick with game. With the right skills no man or woman could go hungry. By comparison the Hold of The Reach was barren and seemed to stretch for leagues. Of course as a Keshali warrior-scout Tanesha found no problem with finding food or forage. Sometimes she even ventured to the mines or outposts to trade. Yet something seemed wrong with the land. From rocky outcrops she had spotted the Forsworn butchering travellers on the road. She hadn't concerned herself with that. It wasn't her call.<br/><br/>Her destination was the city of Markarth which was The Reach's capital. She had never seen the city before but it seemed like a good place to find paying work or a bounty hunting contract. Coin gave you food when the hunt went badly. It gave you shelter when there was no shelter to be found. Coin could mean the difference between life and death and as such Tanesha was interested in keeping her purse fat and heavy. Forty coins would do for a few days' worth of supplies but soon she'd find the purse empty. In preparation for beating that eventuality she was walking along the rocky countryside. Tanesha seemed to be able to move as swift as a Bosmer. Her feet barely touched the rocks as she bounded from shape to shape.<br/><br/>Looking upwards she started to climb up a natural pillar of stone. Her quiver and bow rattled. As did the supplies in her bag. The steel of her chest plate and hip armour made the worst sound; a dull scraping that made<br/>the hair on her arms stand on end. Finally Tanesha reached the top where she stood as bold as brass. One sapphire-coloured iris scoured the countryside. She spotted the rising smoke and steam of Markarth far off in the distance. Tanesha figured at this pace she'd reach the city in five or six hours. She rested her hand on the pommel of her short-sword and sighed outwards. Tanesha's chest heaved as she gathered her breath up before she leapt onto a flat piece of land opposite her.<br/><br/>Tanesha continued on at the same speed that had carried her across country. She'd reach Markarth before nightfall. She'd have to; lest she suffer the prowling beasts and Forsworn.