Name: Fe'zhar Wilks
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Male
Hunter and Extremely skilled Archer
Living in Markarth with his wife Camilla and two children, Alesan and Lucia.
I woke to the screams of a female outside. I put on my Ancient Falmer Cuirass and boots, got my Glass Bow, and went outside to investigate. My children had gone outside to play while Camilla and I rested. There was blood on the ground at my doorstep but there was no body. A guard had asked me if I had seen the murder.
"No," I said.
"Well then, if you see or hear anything, report it to the Markarth Guard at once," he said.
If I had heard anything, I would kill the damned fool myself. I walked down to the inn. It was a fairly warm morning but there was a cool breeze that filled the air. The inn-keeper (can't remember his name. sorry) greeted me at the door and of course the first thing he said was
"My worthless wife can't open the door for our customers."
"Mabye you should hire my wife then," I replied. "She doesn't get out much."
"Have you heard anything about the murder," I asked.
"Not much. You should check back tomorrow though. A lot of people have not shown up yet."
I took a seat at the counter and ordered a mead. I drink the mead while listening to the bard sing
"The Tale of Tongues." The song from the days before I decided to settle down and get married. Cosnach came over and sat next to me rambling about how he hadn't been in a good fight since I won the bet against him. I asked him if he wanted to come with me if I ever went on another adventure. He accepted the offer but knew I wouldn't be for awhile. Well...at least he thought that. I would be...very soon.