I ducked under the gate's overhang, it was raining heavily. The fog blanketing the ground didn't help either. I hated Skyrim already, the thick, wild forests had nothing on the beauty of Valenwood.
"Who goes there?" I heard a guard yell.
"A traveller!" I yelled back, "I request to enter!"
The guard slowly emerged from the darkness. "Your kind has no place here, Elf, but you look like a milk-drinker so I will let you pass."
That was a mistake. My temper flared, and I reached up to the taller nord and with a grunt, snapped his neck. I looked around, no-one had seen or heard anything. I gave a quick sigh of relief looking fro somewhere to hide the body. A barrel caught my eye sitting by a wood chopping block near the inn. I dumped the body in the barrel and moved it around the back of the inn. I quickly jumped onto the veranda, dripping water everywhere and looked at the sign hanging above the door. The Dead Man's Drink. How appropriate, I smiled and entered the building.
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First chapter! Tell me what you think. I might add more.
