The town of Whiterun was bustling with people as she walked towards Dragonsreach. The smith woman, the Redguard who would surely make it on her list if he made another sly comment, the merchants, and the guards...
Amacra made sure her helmet was secure every time she passed one. If the guards were anything like the ones in Cyrodiil then they all probably knew she was an escapee from Helgen and they probably knew all her crimes in the Imperial city aswell. She always wondered how they ALL knew everything the moment you walked in the city but she had to keep hidden for her own safety.
Hard, the life of a criminal.
While she walked she took solace in her own thoughts.
What if they threw her in jail the moment they realized she was in Helgen as a prisoner?
Or worse...
Tortured her for information.
Amacra let her thoughts grimly be reminded of the hell the Thalmor had put her through and although she had survived she would never forget. Once she was home all would be repaid times ten.
She arrived at the doors of Dragonsreach without even realizing it.
Should she turn around?
Was this a horrible plan?
Perhaps she should travel to Riften where more of her clients were for sure.
She shook her head.
No, the clients of Riften weren't the most wealthiest and bought from her only as a treat to themselves. No, Riften was no guarantee.
Neither was this though! And it could possibly be dangerous!
"You coming in or not?", a guard patted her on the shoulder.
Now or never.
"Yes, sorry.", she walked through the doors and by the Gods she felt a feeling she never thought she'd feel again.
Warm.
It was probably hot to these damn Nords but she'd take what she could get.
She made her way towards the Jarl who appeared to be in a heated discussion.
As she made her an angry looking Dark Elf approached her.
Why did Dark Elves always look so angry?
"The Jarl is not to be disturbed", she had her sword pointed towards her.
"I've come with news about the dragon attack in Helgen", she prepared herself to cast a frost spell.
"Alright I suppose the Jarl will want to speak to you personally.", she sheathed her sword and turned around towards the Jarl.
Amacra relaxed her hands in response.
"Jarl Balgruuf this one has news of Helgen", she pointed towards Amacra.
Amacra walked up the steps and stood in front of him.
"What news do you have of Helgen?", he looked at her closely.
"Well a dragon came and destroyed it completely Sir", she licked her lips.
By the Gods she was filthy.
"Excuse me?"
"I said surely that can't be all to the story", the Jarl pressed.
"Well Sir the dragon appeared right before Ulfric was to be executed and last I saw it was headed this way", her heart was pounding she almost ratted herself out.
"Ulfric, should have known he'd be mixed up in this mess. Thank you for doing the honorable thing and delivering the message.", he nodded before speaking to his adviser about the dragon.
That's it? Are you shitting me? Not even some coin?
"Excuse me Sir", she approached further.
"I haven't forgotten about you dear, if you have the time I think you could help me with something else now that we know dragons are a real issue."
Fuck.
"Of course Jarl Balgruff anything you need", she grinned.
Amacra stared at ceiling from the bed she was given to sleep for the night. Hopefully the message she sent the courier with would reach her parents within a week then she'd be out of here.
Bleak Falls Barrow...she almost fainted when that pompous ass said it. It was the very place Hadvar had pointed to on their way to Riverwood, the place that gave him nightmares, and the place she would venture to tomorrow.
Amacra wasn't a prissy girl to afraid to get dirty but she definitely was no adventurer, risking her life dealing skooma was enough, and now she would be forced to enter some dark place filled with danger just to retrieve something that may or may not be there.
Needless to say she didn't get a wink of sleep that night.