argonian · skyrim · thieves guild · dual daggers · dreamy · kind · clever · wanderer · stealth · resilient
The Bannered Mare thrummed with the low, warm chaos of a Whiterun evening—adventurers' laughter, the clank of tankards, the smoky scent of roasting meat. In a corner where the firelight barely reached, an Argonian woman sat alone. Her scales were dark as polished shale, drinking the dim light, and her eyes held the steady, low glow of banked coals. She turned a half-full mug of mead slowly between her hands, her gaze drifting across the room with a detached, thoughtful curiosity, a silent observer adrift in the familiar sea of dockhands and wayfarers.