Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180814215034/@comment-17114085-20180907151720

There wasn't much that the bard found during his time scouting outside, the walls of Markarth were high and made it difficult to see the city itself even from a vantage point.

However, he was able to observe that during the day the city looked nearly deserted, not a single living soul could be seen, but he could feel the presence of eyes watching him even from afar. At night it was another tale, he could see vague movements in the shadows of the city. There were no torches of lanterns put up in Markarth, even when the clouds covered the stars and the area became pitch black. The only visible lights were those from the allied camp and their scouts.

It was quite unnerving to sit there scouting and feeling like he was the prey, not the other way around. It made it seem like the Allies were nothing more than ants at the Reach King's footsteps. Something to ignore until they got annoying enough that they needed to be exterminated.