The sun was beginning to set upon Whiterun, the night would soon come to blanket all of Skyrim in its darkness. Though for now, rich colors of orange, reds and even pinks came to stain the sky. Tap, tap, tap… Hooves clomped against the ground as the rhythm of a trotting horse made its way towards the Whiterun stables. The horse was as black as the night sky, built for war with its rippling muscles. A long wavy mane and tail gave beauty to such a strong animal. A whiny escaped the horses lips as it saw the other horses at the stable, as if it was happy that it would have company for the night. The rider on top of the gallant beast was something to see. Heavy ebony amour gleamed from the neck to the feet of the rider. Though covering the face of this mysterious person was a mask. It seemed to be almost a bronze color with a red tinge to it. It covered the face of the being completely, only small slips were for the eyes and mouth while black straps secured it to a modified ebony helmet that had the front taken out. The rider came to dismount the steed. Amour clang as steps were being taken on the ground as the being placed the black mare within a stall. Something had caught the mysterious person's attention. Approaching the being was a man with long brown hair and full facial hair.
"My good friend are you visiting Whiterun for the night?" The newcomer came to question. This man was the stable owner who also attended to the horses of travelers when they rested within the city. In comparison to the mysterious traveler the stable owner was taller and seemed to have more bulk to him. The traveler nodded. Metal lightly scraped upon metal as this motion was made.
"Yes, I actually ran into some people earlier, helped them dispatch a Giant that was causing some trouble. They pointed me in this direction. I hope you don't mind taking care of Beauty. She can be a bit timid at times so if she shy's away from you it is simply just her nature." Spoke the traveler. The voice that came from the being was deep, husky and slightly muffled; it was very masculine, signifying the short being was in fact a male. There seemed to almost be an echo to the words of the masked traveler. It seemed to almost startle the stable keeper.
"I can assure you that she will be taken care of well. And aye, she is a beauty indeed. There is always room at the Bannered Mare sir." The friendly yet husky voice of the stable keeper was welcomed by the traveler. Though the expression on the face of the stable keeper was one of question. Surely this person was a odd one.
"Let me give you some coin for your troubles, it is the least I could do." Spoke the masked traveler once more. The voice was one that took a little bit of getting use to. The traveler approached the man, closing the distance between them more. The traveler's ebony amour seemed to move back and forth a bit against the stomach of the man, as if the amour wasn't properly fitted and had extra room in that one area. The traveler took smooth strides and held a good posture, standing tall for being one that was on the shorter side. The stable hand gladly accepted the small coin purse given to him. Usually he was never tipped by travelers.
"Thank you kind sir."
"Haven, you can call me Haven." replied the traveler in his husky voice. The masked traveler who introduced himself as 'Haven' walked back to his steed. Undoing the cinch of the saddle Haven took the liberty of untacking his own mare. Gently smoothing his hand along the coat of the black steed and being sure not to make any sudden movements which may in turn make his steed shy from him. With the tack neatly readied Haven turned it over to the able hand where he would store it accordingly.
"Say, have you heard of the Dragonborn?" Asked the stable hand who had introduced himself as Skulvar. Haven came to nod his armoured head. "I have heard tales, though none that are recent." He spoke formally. It had been months since Alduin had fallen. Skyrim was more peaceful now though at the loss for something else.
"Aye, The Dragonborn has not been found yet I presume. It's a shame, So much thanking should have been done, but with the disappearance right after the fall of the world eater, such things have never been done… It seems things have died down and soon the Dragonborn will be another legend." Spoke Skulvar once more. Haven nodded once more. Turning to begin to follow the path with the stable keeper at his side. "I believe becoming a legend would be more then satisfying for the Dragonborn."
Haven replied as the two came to part ways. It seemed as if the stable master warmed up to the odd looking traveler. Haven kept his pace as he approached the Whiterun gates, nodding to the guards as he passed by. Twin ebony swords were secured on each side of him. Daylight was being lost quickly and Haven's body was becoming weak with fatigue from hauling around such heavy amour and stressing the muscles on top of that. His thighs in particular had become a bit stiff. His thoughts came across the group of people he had come across today. Impressed with his performance they had suggested that he would drop by their home to talk about joining their 'family'. Haven considered this, most likely he would end p giving it a shot provided these people didn't pry at him to much. The Bannered Mare was welcoming. In truth this was not the first time Haven had been in Whiterun. Ten gold was paid and a room was his for the night. Simply retiring to the room rather then spending the night drinking Haven closed the door of his room and locked it.