((ALL: Well yay for late posting. I'll put the posting order on the second post (first page) tomorrow.))
Utilizing her impressive height and leg length, Murcaba glided down the meandering road to Whiterun, taking care to keep her hood down when passing strangers and slowing down to a more believable pace. When she found herself in company she would also adapt a slightly crippled pose to compensate for the height that would mark her as a non-native.
Even at her animal-like pace she would take a little over a day to reach the hold, so she decided to stop over at Honningbrew Meadery for a mug and conversation, with it being a few hours past dusk and the hold still about 4 hours away. As she approached the doorstep, Murcaba's ears perked as a strange whistling blew past her. She thought for a second, and decided not to pay it mind, rapping on the door and realizing it was slightly ajar.
"Well isn't that... convenient." she muttered less than gracefully under her breath.
She had to duck slightly to get through the doorway, and that action very well saved her life. No sooner had her foot passed the threshold, that she heard and barely saw something long and most importantly razor-sharp wiz right above her head, cutting off a portion of her already short hair.
On instinct, Murcaba threw out her hands, allowing a powerful firestorm to erupt from her hands in the direction of the attacker. It wasn't until seconds after that she realized she'd made a rookie mistake, as her fire incinerated several barrels of mead, torching the liquid and setting the meadery ablaze.
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