The night had started to fall over Skyrim and so did the temperatures. Enyar had made it to Windhelm. She had made it, Windhelm, the capital city of Eastmarch. She stood looking across the long path to the tallest doors she had seen, the Longest walls surrounding the city and the most beautiful craftsmanship. Not only was Enyar excited to visit the people and the city she had heard in stories but she got to meet the Jarl Ulfirc.
As she entered the city walls she had notice an argument occurring between a dark elf and what seemed to be a Nord. It seemed to be a personal matter, it was better stayed out of. After the rabble had finished between both of the people, Enyar asked one of the many city folk if they could direct her to the holding of the Stormcloaks.
''excuse me Miss. i couldn't help but notice you were being troubled by that gentleman. are you ok? also, could you kindly direct me to the Stormcloaks holding area? or at least show me where i sign up''
The Woman replied with a sour lip.
''Ha! that so called ''Gentleman'' was telling me i am not welcome here and no dark elf should be within Windhelm. i have not seen you here before. Come to join the Stormcloaks and drive me out just like the rest of the people of Windhelm want? You want the Palace of the Kings, head up the steps just behind this inn.''
As the woman walked away she was quietly mumbling to herself. Enayr proceeded to head to the Palace of the Kings. Looking up she basked in the magnificent structure while her whole body fills with excitement. She pulls up her bag and heads inside. When Enyar opened the doors then shut them be hind her, she approached the Jarl.
''Miss! if you have any questions or request then you must speak to me first, the Jarl is a very busy man''
''No no, i am here to join the Stormcloaks. it has been an interest of mine since my father had left.
The Jarls assistant nodded his head and showed Enyar to Galmar Stone-Fist, the second in command of the Stormcloaks. Discussions were high when Enyar entered the room, Galmar Stone-Fist turns to Enyar and spoke.
''an unfamiliar face. can i ask whom you may be?''
''i.. i am Enyar Harxaon. Wood elf from Riften. I come here not only to fight but to honer both my farther and the land of Skyrim. You may remember my farther, Phai Harxaon. Tall, Very confidant man from what i remember''
Galmar Stone-Fist. stood looking at Enyar and had a small grin on his face.
''So you want to join eh? you hear that, a woman thinks she has the strong will of a man. well we don't have many women on the battle grounds. yes, I remember your farther very well, i am sorry for your loss but at least he died for what he believed in. ok Enyar, lets see if your fathers confidence runs through you. Go out to the forgotten areas of the pale, just behind Wintherhold college. There you will find and ice wraith, if you can make it to the location, kill the wraith and back, i will consider you for team. You will be heading alone, not many people make it back.. just though i would end with that HA!''
Enyar angered by the jokes and sarcastic remarks, she set herself out the doors and began her adventure to the location given.
END OF CHAPTER 4