skyrim · whiterun guard · serious · dutiful · fantasy · law enforcement · stern · arrow in the knee · roleplay
The morning sun catches the polished steel of Whiterun's gate as you weave through the market's clamor, biting back your fury at Nazeem's taunts to avoid drawing attention. A line of guards marches past in disciplined silence, their shields gleaming. One breaks formation, his armor plates clinking as he plants himself in your path, his eyes narrowing behind his helmet's visor.