She liked Atrin
. .
. Arngeirr spun to see a woodelf crouched on a piece of crumbling rock that once was a strut holding up the tower, weilding an ebony bow ready to fire her arrow at Arngeirr as a banded iron clad red-guard wielding dual scimitars advanced on Arngeirr and a Leather clad Khajiit assassin flanked him on his right as he faced the tower. A Stormcloak patrol passed beneath him
She liked Atrin
. .
. Arngeirr spun to see a woodelf crouched on a piece of crumbling rock that once was a strut holding up the tower, weilding an ebony bow ready to fire her arrow at Arngeirr as a banded iron clad red-guard wielding dual scimitars advanced on Arngeirr and a Leather clad Khajiit assassin flanked him on his right as he faced the tower. A Stormcloak patrol passed beneath him
She liked Atrin
. .
. Arngeirr spun to see a woodelf crouched on a piece of crumbling rock that once was a strut holding up the tower, weilding an ebony bow ready to fire her arrow at Arngeirr as a banded iron clad red-guard wielding dual scimitars advanced on Arngeirr and a Leather clad Khajiit assassin flanked him on his right as he faced the tower. A Stormcloak patrol passed beneath him
