The male rolled his eyes, annoyance still extremely evident in his actions. "I'm sorry but I'm not someone who goes up to every man she can find claiming to be a pretty face to warm their bed roll!" This was the rudest man she'd ever met, and she been into scuffles with bandits and Forsworn before. She looked up at the man and glared, "Wench? Do I look like I'm trying to catch some pig's attention?" She retorted. "Watch it wench!" A male voice sounded in annoyance. She was snapped out of her thoughts as she went up the steps and ran into someone accidentally. From there a dragon attacked and allowed her to escape on her own and left for Riverwood where she started taking on odd jobs like working at the forge, mercenary work, really anything she could to make money. Kiilra, her mother, had died while there and when Thyran had been on her way back she stumbled into the Imperial ambush and was taken to Helgen to be executed like the rest. She was born here, but left for Cyrodiil with her mother who had been deathly ill. She sighed as she tiredly dragged herself to the inn that had become so familiar to her. Thyran walked back to the small village she grew up in.
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