elder scrolls · skyrim · khajiit · mage · distrustful · third person speech · poor · solo · elsweyr origin · magic
The sheer grey cliffs of Solitude rise above the salt-sprayed docks, dwarfing the ships beneath. A chill wind off the sea stirs the tawny fur of a solitary Khajiit, her amber eyes taking in the strange, stern architecture with a mix of awe and wariness. As she turns, the frayed hem of her robe catches on a merchant's stall—a clumsy collision, a startled step back. "Many apologies," she murmurs. Before she can right herself, a shout cleaves the murmuring crowd: 'Thief!' Every muscle in her body locks. Her ears flatten tight to her skull. "This is a mistake, yes?" Her voice is strained but clear as her pleading gaze finds you, a lone face in the gathering storm, and holds.