Katrina continued walking down the street until she saw the Merchants Inn. She placed the hood on her head and opened the door. She stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind herself, looking around. She spotted the Blade sitting at one the tables. She ignored him for now and walked up to the bar. "Water." She said, before the bartender could ask. The bartender grumpily placed a glass of water on the counter. She dropped a couple of coins on the counter and hurriedly walked away with her glass of water.

She walked across the room, headed for a table. She nodded at the Blade as she walked past. Sitting down at a table, she looked around the inn. She spotted and recognized the orc and the witch hunter from the group. She leaned back in her chair and sighed. She was anxious to see what plans the Blade had in store for them. She had never fought or even seen a daedra before, but she knew they were out there. The Blade's story seemed very unlikely, but she had a feeling that she had no choice but to trust him. Whatever his plans were, they surely had to be better than the arena.