Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-25127382-20150701214109

(That's fair enough.)

After a short while of swift movement, Lavinia finally reached her destination in the form of outpost 12. She made a mental note of everything she saw, never once lowering her guard in the relatively destroyed environment. No match for Helgen, but still.

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Elizabeth entered through the gate of Whiterun. As far as the guards were concerned, she was just a mage-soldier of fortune looking for employment in the Hold. Deceiving the rabble and their 'noble guardians' was something she had experience in, after all. She was to meet up with and assist an agent already in the Hold.

''Why the hell would Lilith have me stand by for so long? I always work with Lavie! Sure I was busy for a while, but I've just been idly waiting for an assignment for the last three bloody weeks! That Lilith, I swear, one day I shall rip out her eyes from their sockets and feed them to a nest of slaughterfish! Anyway... where the hell would Lavie be? Probably the arena... That girl does so love to test her skill. At least someone understands the art of class that is swordsmanship. Barbarians and their bullets... might as well be wielding sticks and stones!''

Elizabeth stopped to ask a guard where the city's arena was located.