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[tsabiira-blog]

(Ma’Jaara | Tsa’Biira)

The fading light of the summer's day casts a rosy touch across the pulsating crowd in the market, the wood and stone buildings looking slightly less cold in such a hue. The southern reaches of Skyrim have always been more beautiful to Tsa’Biira than the icy tundra, even despite those twisting lights in the sky at night further north.

In her hands she clutches a pie, of all things. Hardly something she is accustomed to, and no less strange to her than it may seem to those who hunt her. It’s wrapped in an old cloth and handled so gingerly one might think she held fragile glass. Tucked away safe in her pack is an unopened bottle of spiced wine, which she had bought with the last few gold pieces left in her purse. The pie was obtained by... less honest means, so she can only hope it tastes as good as the vendor had boasted before she took it from his stall.

Days ago she had received a similar gift, and seeks now to hopefully return the favour. She heads for Honeyside. The guard had told her to head straight on to the other side of the city, but through the bustle of tall humans and elves clambering to reach the Bee and Barb, she can barely tell which way she’s going. Eko follows close behind, of course. His frame is now sleek and slender, he cuts through the crowd like a knife to butter, whereas she is forced to elbow and shove.