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The sun was oddly bright that day. The Imperial City seemed to bustle with life, children playing in the streets of the Market District as their parents purchased goods within the many stores that lined the roads. Sailors busily prepared their ships for departure at the Waterfront, their gruff voices rising into air, intermingling with the calling of seagulls. The guards in the Prison were escorting a new prisoner to their cell, while the mages in the Arcane University were continuing their day-to-day studying.
The noise that filled the air that day came mostly from the Arena, where there was a match being held. A large orc was combating a small wood elf, cheered on by the deafening yells of the crowd. Outside of the arena, a lone marksman was practicing his archery at the nearby shooting range. The normality of the day was interrupted by the entrance of three adventurers into the Arena district. They were an odd group, led by a tall Breton in expensive black finery. The other two were obviously fighters, wearing armor. One was a female Imperial, the other a male Nord. Both looked substantially fit, much more so than the Breton.
The three of them moved forward, making their way to the Arena gates. The Breton in black stopped in front of the receptionist, a short Imperial man. He began his conversation with the man. "Excuse me. We're looking for capable fighters who might be willing to help guard some items on a short trip. Would you happen to know where we could find some who fit this role?" The Breton could have sworn he heard something behind him as the Imperial cleared his throat, but he dismissed it.
The noise that filled the air that day came mostly from the Arena, where there was a match being held. A large orc was combating a small wood elf, cheered on by the deafening yells of the crowd. Outside of the arena, a lone marksman was practicing his archery at the nearby shooting range. The normality of the day was interrupted by the entrance of three adventurers into the Arena district. They were an odd group, led by a tall Breton in expensive black finery. The other two were obviously fighters, wearing armor. One was a female Imperial, the other a male Nord. Both looked substantially fit, much more so than the Breton.
The three of them moved forward, making their way to the Arena gates. The Breton in black stopped in front of the receptionist, a short Imperial man. He began his conversation with the man. "Excuse me. We're looking for capable fighters who might be willing to help guard some items on a short trip. Would you happen to know where we could find some who fit this role?" The Breton could have sworn he heard something behind him as the Imperial cleared his throat, but he dismissed it.