Template of a Hero: Oil and WaterShe was off-duty, sharpening her Imperial-style guard's sword in her chambers, when there came a quick, firm rapping at her chamber door in Dragonsreach. "Who is it?" Lydia asked distractedly, running the whetstone along the edge of the two-foot blade; she didn't want to accidentally cut herself.More Like This
"Lydia, open up," the voice replied impatiently, accentuated by another firm rap on the door. Lydia recognized it as that of Jarl Balgruuf's Housecarl, Irileth. Immediately, the Nord woman set down her sword and whetstone and opened the door to reveal the Dunmer standing just before the doorway.
"Yes, Housecarl?" Lydia asked, performing an inch-perfect salute before the Dunmer. She must've looked terribly unprepared for any assignment at this time, she thought, garbed in the casual cotton tunic she wore when she was off-duty. At least she didn't catch me in only my underthings.
Irileth didn't seem to care in the slightest. "Follow me," she said, "and leave your things. You won't be need