4th Era, 201, 13th of Last Seed, Middas.

After my brief… Detour into the wilderness of Skyrim, I did finally arrive at the nearby border town of Helgen. The attitude here is tense, to say the least. The entire town is occupied by Imperial troops, from the tall walls, to the entire keep turned garrison. I've even managed to catch glimpses of General Tulius himself. Despite the assurances of many of the guards and Legionnaires themselves, I'm not getting any warm and sunny vibes that I felt back home in Anvil. I don't think I'll be staying here long. Heavy Imperial presence just feels like a powder keg ready to go off.

As she wrote, she glanced up from her spot on the inn's porch, watching a large battalion of soldiers break away from the group, mount carriages and horses, and make for the northern gate. She continue watching them until the they leave the gate, and sighs, shutting her journal, her train of thought gone. The air in Helgen was heavy, the local Nords were cautious of the heavy Imperial presence, almost visibly opposed to it. Likewise, none of the non-Nordic Legionnaires or officers seemed to have much respect for the people they were occupying. She had noticed at one end of the town that a chopping block had been set up, and nobody knew why, leading to more rumors being spread, and the increasing strain between the two groups. Shaking her head, and picking up her flagon of mead off the nearby table, her eyes returning to watching the clouds slowly drift across the sky. It seemed inevitable, that there was no way she was going to avoid this conflict forever, that sooner or later she'd find herself caught in the middle. But, she could delay it, if she was lucky enough. Maybe just another night in Helgen, before she took off for a new destination, hopefully further away from the growing storm.

"You there! Nord. We've got a few questions for you." A gruff voice called out from across the road. She set down her flagon, and glanced over, tensing up as an Imperial Officer started making his way towards her. Awkwardly, she gestured to herself, looking around for another Nord they could be talking to, and upon finding none, started to stand.

"You… Mean me, right? I'd be uh, happy to answer any questions you have for-" She was caught mid sentence by an armored gauntlet fist to her gut, completely knocking the wind out of her, and bringing her to her knees on the ground.

"Yes you, what other Nord who just so happened to arrive into town would we want to talk to?" He ended his sentence with a solid kick to her ribs, knocking her completely prone to the ground. As she struggled to get to her feet, she tried to protest.
"What have I done wrong? I don't understand why you're doing this to me?"

"You aren't fooling anyone you Stormcloak bastard. Showing up out of nowhere? Playing dumb, asking questions about where troops are going? I knew you Nords were stupid, but not this stupid." Another kick brought her back to her knees, coughing. She stayed down this time, but kept speaking, trying to explain.
"I just crossed the border and got lost..! I have all the forms for entry..! I'm from Anvil!"

She was dragged up by the officer, now three other soldiers had gathered around, their weapons drawn, as she was shoved against the wall, face first.

"Oh I'm sure you were. You can show those 'papers' you have to us in the brig." She felt ropes tighten around her wrists, before getting spun around, and pushed off the porch, nearly falling in the process. The soldiers grabbed her things, and lead her by sword towards the castle turned garrison.