My mind was elsewhere as I pulled the door to the inn open. The day to day transactions, warding off unwelcomed advances of those who were there for more than the goods I offered for sale, what a day it had been. With my head in the clouds I gazed at my feet instead of where I was going. A strong drink and a warm meal are well deserved this day. A sudden presence invaded my vision and personal space. A solid body collided with my own as I squeaked in surprise. Trying to apologize for my clumsiness I took a hasty step back and felt my footing fail, the steps it seems were closer than I had realized. Flailing my arms I awaited the inevitable crash to the ground and was pleasantly surprised when an arm wrapped around my waist and a hand gently but firmly grasped my own, pulling against the chest of this unknown person. As quickly as they had held me securely, they were gone, those wonderfully protective arms. I looked into the face of the person who had been the cause and rescuer of my near fall. Green eyes bore into my own, darker green paint was streaked down from, I assumed, the hairline to the base of the throat, their helm hid most of this strangers head, such delicate features they had. A woman, dressed in strange fur armor with the head of a wolf across her chest exposing her ample breast. Her legs, left uncovered, were muscular and scarred and I had a sudden urge to touch those firm thighs. I felt my cheeks grow hot at the strange thought as she looked me over. "Excuse me," her voice light and firm, much like her touch, "Are you alright?" "Oh, yes. I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going." I hurriedly say as I smooth out my dress. I notice dangerously wicked daggers strapped to her tanned thighs. "I apologize as well. Good night." And like that she is gone, this mysterious stranger. Never has another woman commanded such a presence nor taken my breath away. "Ysolda! Come in and close the door, you are letting the heat out!" I hear Hulda yell from behind the bar. "Sorry," I say closing the door and walking to her, "Do you know who that woman was? I've never seen her in Whiterun before." "No idea, she ordered an ale before she got a funny look on her face and just left!" That's when we heard it. Thunder boomed overhead, shaking the Bannard Mare slightly, but there was no storm. A faint word echoed across the district, 'Dovahkiin.'