It seemed all of nature that could move away from the city of Kvatch had, an oddity since she could not sense the life of the animals around her. In fact, it seemed as if the animals that had inhabited the area had abandoned it, leaving the area uncomfortably silent all around her. The only sound was her feet stepping and her staff tapping the paved road to the city. It was simply disturbing, used to hearing the pleasant chirp of a bird or the scampering of an animal running in the background. Jid-Jahara began to wonder, her mind calculating the reasons why the wildlife would abandoned the area. No proper reasons had come to her mind, so she was left in silence with herself and only herself.

“Strange,” the argonian shaman told herself, her eyes darting to the area around her as she almost expected some evil entity to attack her at any moment. Paranoia was setting in as her grip tightened around her staff, her breath picking up, and her eyes moving around more and more. It was disturbing her to not be in the presence of any form of wild animal, even a basic chirp of some thrush would bring release to her, but nothing dared to show itself. Alas, there was nothing there to even show, no savage animals or their prey. 

Then the sight came to those glowing yellow eyes of hers, the crimson light that seemed to flood the skies above her destination. Her eyes widened, the fear of the unknown that had started that fire seemed to flood her. Jid-Jahara had stopped in her tracks, taking a moment to stare at the flames that had enveloped the city for whatever reason. For a moment, she could hear the roaring flames could be heard, but her thoughts seemed to drown out those cackling sounds of the fire.

Once more, she began moving towards Kvatch, this time with a more cautious step and her staff gripped in both of her hands now. The argonian kept her wits about her as she gradually made her way to the city, her eyes darting around more and more as she approached the city. It was until it was over a hundred more paces ahead of her that she froze, unable to continue further into the foreign land. “Not a good idea,” she told herself, her eyes narrowing as she pushed the hood of her cloak down. Jid-Jahara could feel it, how cold it truly was in spite of the fire that crackled and roared within the city. Perhaps it was nervousness that stopped her there. Perhaps fear.

“Not good.”