One of the primary reasons she hadn’t hooked up with Ulfric and his lot was the way he had let the Nord majority abuse the Dunmer living in his city. She’d grinned and bared it at the beginning, but there was only so many times you could hear people yelling “Skyrim for the Nords!” before some very dark thoughts about those implications truly crossed your mind. At least the Thalmor didn’t even pretend to like humans.

The thought of bandits ambushing travelers, any travelers, made her angry. But what was worse was that the surrounding jarls didn’t care enough to even put out a bounty. The Dragonborn took another long swig of her drink, and stood up from her stool.

Well, she didn’t need a bounty. She had plenty enough gold to last for ten lifetimes, this she was doing for fun. A little something to get back in the swing of things. She flipped the man a spetim, “thanks for the tip.”