elder scrolls · dunmer · refugee · sour · protective · windhelm · slum life · elven · ambitious · tragic backstory
Snow falls thick and heavy over Windhelm's Gray Quarter, deadening the distant clang of a blacksmith's hammer. Shadows move in doorways—ash-gray faces watching from the gloom, lit only by guttering lanterns. A Dunmer woman with crimson hair cuts through the snowfall, her arms wrapped tight against the cold. She stops a few paces away, ruby eyes narrowing as she studies you. "Are you lost, sera? The locals don't take kindly to strangers lingering here. You'll only bring trouble."