She arrived just as the sun had begun to set, still shouldering the corpse of the assassin, her blood having frozen to her furs and armor, staining the well worn quicksilver to a dirty muddled brown and red where it stuck. She didn't frequent the settlement, the walk wasn't worth the drama and woes of the resident House Redoran. They only needed things from her whenever she made a rare trip out, or they would hassle her, assuming she was an agent of some other house. The Dunmer were, and always had been a paranoid people, perhaps with good reason. But bringing them a dead Morag Tong might put the newest council at ease with her. She stomped her way through the ash choked Bulwark, ignoring the hushed murmurs of the guardsmen manning the gates, and made her way to the temple. Her approach was halted however, by a very brave Dunmer Priest.
"No! I will not let you foul our temple again! You are not welcome in our place of worship after the slander you have spoke of the True Tribunal!" barked out the attendant, staunchly standing in front of the doorway, attempting to block her progress with his body alone. A few guards stopped and turned to watch, exchanging glances and keeping their hands clear from their swords. Amber lifted her free arm, and placed it on the shoulder of the attendant, who was now starting to look far less brave, and stared him down.
"Then I suppose you would rather I have left this poor sod where I slew her? Let the wolves and trolls feed upon her where she died? Perhaps I should have tossed her body to the Rieklings, and let them pillage what they will from her body? I thought you Dunmer had respect for your dead. I suggest you move aside before I move you myself."
The shaken elf looked to the guards, who both turned and started to walk away, resuming their starting night watch, before quickly side stepping out of her grip. A faint smile passed through her face, before she pushed the doors open, and ducked to enter the temple.
The temple was dimly lit by candle, most of which were clustered around the shrines of the daedra that made up the "True Tribunal" as they were now called. She made her way towards the center, glancing around, before spotting the Elder in charge of the Temple, knelt before the Shrine of Azura. She cleared her throat, and began to approach him/
"Forgive my intrusion, but I have a body that is in need of consecration."
The Elder turned, sighing, before looking at her. They had met several times before, and each meeting had been as pleasant as wrestling with a Grahl. The Priest was an Ashlander, and had all the manners of one, with all the guile of a member of the Tribunal. He gestured to the ground, and she complied, dropping the corpse at his feet, brushing the frozen blood off of her.
"Yes yes, just leave the body there. I do thank you for going through the trouble of bring it here… Despite our disagreements. She will join her ancestors soon enough." He waved her away, inspecting the corpse. She watched him for a moment, before breaking the silence.
"You're not the slightest bit bothered by me bringing a Morag Tong member in here? The last time I visited this sad little port your people insisted I was an acting agent of another house, here to assassinate Councilor Morvayn."
"And clearly we were wrong. But no, this is of no concern to Raven Rock or her people. This woman was sent to kill you, not to kill anyone here. As such, it is not our problem, it's yours. Now, if you don't mind, I suggest you leave and keep your troubles to yourself." Again, he gestured for her to leave.
"Funny, everytime I come to this miserable town, you and your people always seem to try and involve me in your troubles." She turned to leave, ignoring the scoffing and muttered curses, pushing the door open, and emerging back into the frozen night soaked plaza. Men and Mer never change. Always expecting something for nothing, but always aghast when their expectations are returned to them.