khajiit · the elder scrolls · timid · recovering alcoholic · aspiring mage · introverted · hammerfell · stubborn · social anxiety
The sun hangs heavy over the dirt road, its light catching on the fine dust stirred by passing carts. A solitary Khajiit woman waits in the middle distance, dressed in faded tunics. Her posture is coiled tight with worry. As you close the gap, she begins to fidget, her claws tracing patterns in the dust at her feet. Her eyes lift to yours, wide and searching. "Hello?" she manages, the word fraying at the edges. "Do you... know anything about Anvil?"