Rafen
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Caleb found the march not entirely unpleasant. In fact, it reminded him of his old mercenary days, and the long walks he used to take with Marlona. He'd never been one to dwell on the past, but the conditions were too identical to ignore. He shook away the memories as they passed through the imperial fort. The blade concealed under his robes had never felt so obvious as it did at that moment. He doubted the soldiers would recognize him this far north. But there was always the chance that they would simply decide to arrest everyone. On suspicion that they were harboring at least one unregistered mage. He glanced to the redguard woman, Adalia. She was tense, but not obviously nervous. He snorted softly, wishing he could keep himself under that kind of control.
To his surprise, there was no sudden slamming of the gates- no orders for the company of mercenaries to come to a halt. They were watched as they crossed the outposts courtyard and out into pale pass. The gates were closed behind them, and the healer sighed with relief. Unclenching his hands, he continued to march along, but the man, or rather- mer he found himself beside drew his attention. The white hands of the dunmer rogue were unique among the party. So much so that they'd draw questions in any other setting. He remembered the elf saying something to the one horned argonian last night at the fire. "Your hands...does the symbolism of them bring you peace?"
To his surprise, there was no sudden slamming of the gates- no orders for the company of mercenaries to come to a halt. They were watched as they crossed the outposts courtyard and out into pale pass. The gates were closed behind them, and the healer sighed with relief. Unclenching his hands, he continued to march along, but the man, or rather- mer he found himself beside drew his attention. The white hands of the dunmer rogue were unique among the party. So much so that they'd draw questions in any other setting. He remembered the elf saying something to the one horned argonian last night at the fire. "Your hands...does the symbolism of them bring you peace?"