Finally their possessions were given back to them, her eyes not only scanned her own valuables but the other prisoners as well. Her sharp eyes wanting to see what the rest carried with them, since she believed that a person's possessions could tell a lot about someone.<br/><br/>Her hands adjusted her katana which was slung back over her shoulder, snug within its sheath. Her main weapon was back where it belong and she hoped that it would remain that way. The woman then slipped her dagger within its sheath that wrapped around the upper thigh of her light obsidian armor.<br/><br/>Once her black leather satchel was given back to her she looked through it to make sure everything was there, which thankfully everything was. Her fingers glided against the old worn brown leather journal inside before closing it up and placing the thin straps around her shoulders, wearing it as a small compact book bag, that was not big in size nor bulky.<br/><br/>When everyone had their supplies back in their possession they managed their way outside, but Nora was  glaring the entire way as the guards rudely ushered them outside where the cold air hit her exposed skin. She shivered lightly as her icy blue eyes glanced up at the sky, before her gaze fell upon the carriages outside.<br/><br/>Bastard...Nora labeled Reaver in those moments as an overly confident and over excessive jerk who in the end got anything he wanted, and this was coming from someone who only just met the man. Leonora felt she was getting herself swept up into something she didn't want to deal with. She should have just stayed in her cell, to find her own way out, and not play into this man's wishes.<br/><br/>Glancing around at the former prisoners and the guards, thoughts of escaping and killing anyone that interfered came into her mind, she was free now, she didn't have to listen to Reaver anymore. It was rash, and while thinking more about it she realized that even if she did make it past the prison's territory she still would have to deal with the outside world and the news of her escaping spreading over the lands of Skyrim.<br/><br/>For now Nora would play Reaver's little game and search out this necklace or whatever it was they had to truly search for. Getting inside the carriage she sat down near the window, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she placed one leg over the other. Right away she felt Rothion's eyes upon her but didn't think much of it, for the most part she tried to ignore the man who happened to get stuck with her for the carriage ride.<br/><br/>When they finally arrived at Reaver's house, Nora's facial features went back to looking un-amused and for a moment she could feel her eye twitch. His house annoyed her and only confirmed that he was what she thought he was. It was to loud, too expensive, that Nora's wish for simplicity was completely thrown out the window of the carriage that she just got out of.<br/><br/>“Home? He's got to be kidding...” Nora mumbled in disgust under her breath that the possibility of Rothion, who she stood next to, could only hear.<br/><br/>Her arms were still crossed in front of her chest as she listened to what Reaver had to say, her eyes going wide when he spoke of the Amulet of Kings. She heard of such a necklace in stories she heard when she was around her Thieves guild brethren, but she never believed that it was real until now. Since it was years ago she heard the stories she tried to remember the power that the necklace was suppose to have, but no answers were coming to her right now.<br/><br/>Slowly her eyes lowered and rested on the ground before her, the only thing that she remembered from the stories was the look of it, but nothing else. She cursed under her breath, hoping that the story would come to her eventually.<br/><br/>But her thought process was broken and a sour look came upon her face when Reaver just left without asking if any of them had questions...<br/><br/>The only thing good about this whole event was the idea of warm food and a nice bed to sleep in.