Wind blew cold and much snow fell in Windhelm, like it always does. Ullia was in the market, looking at the various goods with her father. He was looking at Niranye's wares, and picked up a steel dagger. After swinging it around, he turned to her and said, "An excellent weapon, don't you think Ullia? Good for slicing the throats of gray skins."
Ullia quickly glanced at Niranye to see what her reaction would be, but her face was like stone; never changing expression. She wondered sometimes what went on her head, living in a city with much hate against her kind.
"Could you keep it down father? Please?" Ullia asked. All of Windhelm knew how much Jorn hated elves. He used to serve alongside Ulfric in the Stormcloaks before being wounded badly in the leg. She just didn't like attention being called to his hatred, especially when she was around. Not to mention she was certain he had a bit to drink before he left.
"Why should I keep it down?" he said, raising his voice, "All elves deserve to die! It is the truth!" He shouted. Ullia looked around and saw that many people began to stare; some of them smiled and nodded in agreement while others, like Niranye, stared on at him with no expression. Ullia felt her body grow tense under the stares of others.
"Whatever you say, father. I'm going to for a walk," she said, feeling the need to escape quickly.
"Tsk. Fine. Just stay out of the Gray Quarter," he said before turning back to Niranye's stall and continuing to look at what else she had to sell.
Ullia had to stop herself from running out of the market area, but she was grateful to finally be away from her embarrassing father. She hated it whenever he spoke publicly of his opinions on the elves, which was often. His hatred for them wouldn't bother her so much if he would only keep them to himself. The dark elves she did see did not seem like the terrible race she had always heard about.
Ignoring her father's word, she stepped into the Gray Quarter and walked around on the narrow paths. It was always quieter and more somber than the rest of the Windhelm, which allowed Ullia to calm down after her father's dramatics.
Something crashed behind, which was followed by a string of curses. Ullia turned around and saw a dark elf crouched over a crate surrounded by cabbages on the ground and Rolff Stone-Fist walking past him. There were two by her feet and she picked them.
"Do you need help?" she asked, handing the two cabbages to him. The dark elf looked up at her and his eyes narrowed.
"I'm fine. I don't need help." He quickly looked back down and rushed to put all the cabbages back into the crate. He picked up the crate and began to walk past her towards the cornerclub.
"Hey!" she called to him. The dark elf slowly turned around. Ullia smiled and waved the two cabbages still in her hands. "I think you're forgetting something." He mumbled something under his breath and retrieved the remain cabbages.
"Are you new to Windhelm? I don't think I've ever seen you before," she said.
"Yes," he muttered, still not making eye contact with her.
"I'm Ullia. It's nice to meet you."
"Look, I should get going, Ambarys needs these..."
"Oh, right. Well I suppose I'll see you around," said Ullia. He nodded without looking at her and turned towards the New Gnisis Cornerclub. She sighed, and continued on her walk.