INTERLUDE ONE- SENTENCING THE WICKED

Early morning in the prison blocks of Solitude- streaks of red sunrise decorated themselves across the rusty, iron bars. And in a dark corner, Sakkara sat calmly. She could hear the wails of women ring across the cold walls, and the shouts of drunks erupting next door. She shook her head, and shivered. What had she gotten herself into?

Looking over the piece of paper she held in her small hands, she whimpered as fresh tears began to trail down her cheeks.

Name of Criminal: Sakkara Dran

Offence: Theft

Additional Crimes: Repeat offender- has been jailed at least twenty times, each sentence only lasting a month. Also, it is asked whether terrorising an innocent would be considered in sentencing. Victim still has trouble sleeping, and is haunted by nightmares.

The Imperial officer had read this off to the Dunmer- each sentence slamming home, into her head. Each word struck fear into her chest... but the words to change it all?

"Execute her"