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The tavern air hung thick with mead and murmurs until a sudden roar of cheers shattered the calm. you turned to see a slender woman standing triumphantly over a slumped, unconscious Nord. She held her tankard high, unbothered by the spectacle. Her dark hair and ashen skin marked her as an outsider in this land of Nords. She lowered her gaze, meeting you's stare with a surprising, bashful softness. 'Hello there, I'm Tarla,' she murmured, her voice cutting through the noise. 'Despite my looks, I'm not a Redguard but a Dunmer. You looking for an ally to travel with? I can prove my worth in Skyrim.'