[center][b]Akari Inside Bruma[/b][/center]

Akari sat at the base of a statue, its face long eroded by time. Stories told it was a great hero that had saved them...but to her it was a comfy spot to rest her claws. Not that there was much rest to be had for the Kajiit. The constant in and out of people along the gate, the sounds of screaming and crying outside of it, proved the lack of contentment. The noise and commotion matched the storm of confusion within Akari. [i]Just...what have I seen?[/i] She asked herself glancing at the sky. [i]Divines just what have you unleashed upon us this time...[/i] Though it pained her to admit it, she was curious more than anything -what- this phenomenon was, how it worked, more than how to stop it. A Dunmer friend of hers back home in Riften once told her he thought she should have been a scholar for how much her curiosity tended to take over her higher thinking. Atleast these walls reminded her of home. The architecture so similar to Skyrim's and the people of mostly Nord decent. 

The cat's thoughts were stirred by the sudden entrance of the Legate, causing Akari to quickly slip into the shadows out of habit. Realizing where they had came from she stood and followed the tired and scared looking soldiers. Listening in on the conversation to unfold. [i]If anyone knows what's going on...it'll be the Empire...[/i] Akari make herself comfortable in a shadow, not invisible, but hard to notice. The priest that spoke to them seemed a bit out of place...something about his demeanor made you want to relax. Handy skill to have, too bad it was wasted on the Arkay Priest. As she listened she scanned the crowds near by absentmindedly, looking for a heavy purse or something shiny. Little of either was to be found now...most left in the chaos or spent, an elder woman in robes briefly caught her eye, but the vibe coming off of her in waves was a hefty deterrent for Akari's sticky fingers.