Kirkwall
This city screams at me with its smells. From the fish stench of the harbor, the over-ripe perfume of the Blooming Rose, the claustrophobic reek of Darktown, to the smelly indifference of Lowtown; the city wears its odorous badges proudly.
The people here seem blithely unaware of the cacophony of smells their town is host to. I have only just arrived, and have been hiding near the Alienage. The Alienage smells the worst. It smells of desperation and defeat. It smells of half yearned for things without names. The elves there smell of humans and they have no idea.
Kirkwall is city that doesn't seem to know itself from one place to another. Each section of the city, is its own microcosm. This is the place I have been driven to. This is where I will make a stand. I will add my own scent to this mess.
I will add the smell of blood and fear to the night.
Hunters, come and find me, if you dare!