It was a cold snowing day in Windhelm not unlike many others days in the providence of Skyrim. The city was bustling with people going about their daily routine. A woman clad in Iron armor with horns in her helmet walked through the main gate and into Candleharth Hall. The loud talking quickly quitted as she entered the tavern.

"Is that her..." people murmured "...is that Kairi Septim, the Dragonborn."

She sat down at the bar and took off her helmet and put it on the bar table, reveling her hair, shoulder length and red like the fires of Oblivion.

"It is her..." others muttered

"What will it be tonight?" the barkeep asked her.

"Do you have Argonian Ale?" Kairi asked

"That stuff Illegal here." the Barkeep replied

"That wasn't what I asked" Kairi replied back.

The barkeep smiled and reached under the counter. "this stuff here has no label," he replied with a smile as he poured a glass. "I have no idea what it is but I'm sure it will suffice."

"Hey Milk-drinker" a shout came from across the hall.

"Not tonight" Kairi said to herself "I am not in the mood."

"We don't want no damn Imperials in this bar; go down to the gray Quarter with the rest of the trash."

"Friend your drunk," Kairi said not even looking up "I suggest you go home now.

"Look an imperial is trying to tell me where I can go even here." the man shouted back as he walked closer to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"I suggest you remove your hand this instant. Kairi said with an angered tone in her voice.

"Suppose I don't Imperial" the man said, "what are you gonna do.?"

Kairi grabbed his hand twisting his arm as she threw her other elbow back hitting him in the stomach she then turned around and punched him three times in the face three times. While still twisting his arm she led him across the room and threw him down the stairs. Just then the guard entered and detained them both.

"He started it," the Barkeep shouted, "he attacked this woman unprovoked, she was just defending herself, take him away.

"Come on" one of the guards said to the man "It looks like it's gonna be another night in the drunk tank with you.

Kairi sat back down to her Ale as the bard began to sing a song.

"Our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart..."

Her mind started wondering back to the events of the past year, from getting captured at the border entering Skyrim, to the Greybards, to rebuilding the Blades.

"With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art."

She looked at her glass as she recalled killing her fist dragon, the light surrounding her and her first shout.

"It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes"

Her mind then raced to the Dark Brotherhood. How she pulled of the unthinkable of killing the emperor and the cost of that. She thought about Naziem and Babbett how they were fairing in the rebuilding.

"You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come"

Just then there was screaming outside and a familiar roar. Kairi finished off her Ale and grabbed her helmet.

"Break time is over..." said to herself as she started walking towards the door.