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Silence. A wisp of wind here. A howl of a creature there. All were lost in the silence that enveloped the fair Breton girl who was positioned behind a tall oak. Flurries of snow and wind uplifted her hair in strands of soft brown and dance them around her face for a few moments before setting them back to frame her face. Her skin was chilled, her breath was shallow. Her dark blue eyes stared intensely at the small cottage a few hundred yards away. A silhouette of an Argonian man is plastered against the window, the yellow and orange glow of a hearty fire pushes his blackened outline against the glass. He often raised a tankard to his scaly lips before flipping a page of the book that was settled in his lap.
The Breton turned completely around, her eyes alert, her breath now caught in her throat. Her slender hands rest on a dagger settled on her hip. She waits. The darkness creeps around her, shadows consuming her. Out from behind a thicket of branches rises an Imperial m