He walked to the gates of Whiterun shrouded in a cloak of ugly black similar to that of soot or coal. He was pale,from what little one could see of his face,and short with a hunchback like he had lived in a low lying cave his whole life. Upon closer inspection one could see that he wore a blindfold and that his fingers and teeth were sharpened to a point. However,despite his appearance no one paid him any mind;stranger people had walked into the city before and he was no different in the eyes of the city guard.
Without a word he walked through the open gates and into city. The day was bright and sunny,a rare treat in the province of Skyrim,and the people made small talk on the side of the street. He looked at none of them,merely walked down the street and to the tavern at the end in which he took a seat in the darkest spot he could find. To his relief no one payed him any mind,not even the owner.
As he sat quietly he observed and listened to the people cheer and drink with songs of the heros of old. Men sat around the table and played games while others spoke of tales that could or couldn't have been true.
Such a common sight for anyone who lived near Skyrim or anywhere else for that matter. However,he was not from this part of the land;no,he hailed from a cold dark world deep in the earth. His the world was loud and hot with machines,the residents were cruel and always ready to fight. He was from Blackreach,a city deep under the earth;dark enough for him to not need a blindfold and bright enough to where he could see. He listened to the almost alien world around him and let loose a small smile.
"May I sit here?"
A female,he knew before he even heard her speak. She smelled sweet and her footsteps were light. He could hear the sound of robes rubbing together and sensed a faint magic from her. She was likely a mage,which struck him as odd seeing as how the people of this land seemed to have a negative disposition towards magic.
He thought of the words she had used and then carefully thought of the word to use in turn in this language.
"Yes."He felt that it was satisfactory as an answer,after all anything more complex might risk him getting it wrong.
She sat beside him quietly and asked for the waitress. Soon she was drinking what he guessed was some kind of mead.
"So what's your name stranger?"She spoke in a gentle but excited voice.
"Balfaith."He spoke silently so as to let no one else hear.
She tilted her head a little almost as if struggaling to remember somthing. She stared at him for a bit;observing and judging him almost as if to get in his head.
"Mine is Frellyn;Frellyn the Breton."She spoke like they were going to be best friends.
After a little small talk,in which it took much effort for him to keep up with Frellyn and her vocabulary,she said goodbye and he was alone again;He let out a sigh. The residents of the surface world seemed to be rather talkative which was much different than what he was used to. He went and carefully asked for a room which he paid for then went to go to sleep for the night.
"Tomorrow I'll be on my way to finding a new home."this was what he thought to himself before he finally went into a deep sleep.