Tales of a Wandering breton
She ran into the open doorway as the Nord named Hadvar opened it for her, she could distinctly hear the dragon roaring outside, raining destruction upon the entire town of Helgen. Ignoring what the Nord had to say about the dragon, she walked up to him and had him cut the bindings off of her wrist. Now unbound, she walked to the table that was next to the doorway and proceeded to take the four gold coins sitting there while he said to her to find some armor somewhere. Nodding she walked around the room and found within a chest some imperial armor, a sword, a helmet, and some boots. After equipping it all she then pulled out her sword and readied a conjuration spell in her left hand, and walked forward through the doorway to where they could hear voices on the other side of a gate. "hear that? Stormcloaks, maybe we can reason with them" Hadvar said and proceeded to unlock the gate. Before he could say anything however, the two soldiers pulled their weapons out and charged forward, prompting the Breton to release her conjuration spell, summoning a familiar that immediately attacked the two storm cloaks, while she herself slashed at them with her iron sword. Within seconds the two soldiers lay there dead and Hadvar walked forward and used his key to unlock the gate up ahead. The Breton just sheathed her sword and walked through the gate and went down the stairs to the left, reaching the bottom of the stairs and taking a right to see several imperial soldiers standing there. Hadvar began to run forward but stopped short when the ceiling collapsed, preventing the two from reaching the soldiers on the other side "damn that dragon doesn't give up easily, looks like we will need to find a different way out" he said as she walked forward and opened the door. As they walk into the room they see two more storm cloak soldiers searching a barrel, who upon hearing them enter turn and draw their weapons and run at them, only to be cut down by the Breton and the nord. "an old store room, you should look around and try to find some potions" Hadvar said as he walked to the door. The Breton just turned and checked the drawers of a cabinet, finding nothing inside and continued to look around, finding a few bottles of alto wine on the shelf. Taking them, she turned and walked over to the barrel that the storm cloaks had been searching and found several potions of magicka, healing, and stamina, all of which she put into her bag along with the two altos that she had picked up a second earlier. "you done then? Lets go!" hadvar said and opened the door, running through with the Breton following along behind him. Up ahead the two could hear sounds of combat coming from the room around the corner, "the torture room, gods, I wish we didn't need these" hadvar said as they turned the corner and saw the torturer lay dead along with his assistant. Their killers, storm cloaks, turned and ran at them with their weapons drawn only to be cut down by them. "looks like there is something in these cage that we can use, here try to pick the lock" hadvar said handing her twelve lock picks. Within a few seconds the Breton had the cage door open, allowing her to walk in and take the spell book, the coins, and the robes off of a dead mage that lay in the cage. After taking those she walked to the counter and found an iron shield there while hadvar said "grab what you can and lets go" nodding she just picked up the iron shield from there and ran off after him. Hadvar
