Dawnstar was not what Se’rith expected. The innkeeper made it clear that they didn’t serve their kind so she promptly left. She waked around town as the sky began to turn the red of dusk. She entered a store called the Mortar and Pestle, faced the icy stare of the store owner and used up some ingredients to cough up some more health potions. As she walked around the Nord guards were openly hostile, one even daring to shout at her who the mages thought they were blowing up Winterhold! The audacity. The more she walked around the more she realised Dawnstar was for Ulfric, a Stormcloaj bastion, so close to Solitude as well. She made up her mind to make the journey to Morthal immediately even if it meant travelling after nightfall. She bade Dawnstar farewell and to her immense sadness encountered a party of khajit by the entrance. They were being pushed back by guards telling them they needed no thieves or skooma dealers in Dawnstar. How very Nord!
The setting sun had decided to give Se’rith the most beautiful of send offs. It bathed the sky in crimson, acting as a tremendous backdrop for the grey clouds running across it. As the road descended from The Pale the foilage began to thicken and the nature of the trees began to give into more greener, bushier specimens rather than the thin pines of the North. The road was long and weary but she met many travellers along the way. It filled with her confidence that many of these greeted her warmly and saw a large number of Imperial patrols. It was clear to her that the Hjaalmarch was for the Emperor. The empire’s enlightenment was strong here and thus she was seen as a citizen of the Empire and not judged by the colour of skin or eye. The road seemed to be descending through some substantial height as it wormed downwards. As she neared Morthal she past a large ruin atop a series of cliffs. The proximity to Morthal made her think that the ruins were her ultimate destination.
She eventually reached the banks of the River Hjaal, which obviously gave the name to the Hold. She followed the flow of the water West until she came to Morthal. A small settlement, though larger than Dawnstar, set among the delta of the Karth. A large marsh spread to the North and the calling of frogs, crickets and other insects of the marsh coloured the darkening night sky. She walked into the town, taking in the beauty of the red sky reflecting on the waters around Morthal, they looked aflame. Once again she had to admire the beauty of this land of contrasts.
The guards at the entrance nodded in her direction as she passed. They gave her directions to the Moorside Inn, near the bridge on the far side of town. As she passed the Jarl’s longhouse however she came across a posse of man demanding to see the Jarl about some business of visions. The Jarl’s housecarl was trying to keep the group at bay stating that the Jarl was doing what she could and that the people should trust her. Se’rith gave them a wide berth as she made her way across town. She came to the Moorside Inn and could not fail to notice a burnt out building lying next to it, wondering what had happened here she entered the inn, the day had been long and the road longer and she was in dire need of rest.