Katrina awoke with a start, nearly falling off her chair. She looked up and saw the bard speaking. She looked around. True, there were fewer of them than before. She yawned and stretched her back, feeling cramped from having fallen asleep at the table. She couldn't blame them; the whole thing seemed sketchy. She glanced towards one of the windows and saw the warm glow of the sun starting to appear. The sun was rising; she must've fallen asleep all night.

The blade began speaking at that moment. Katrina stood up and crossed her arms as she listened to their objective. When he was done, he picked up his pack and left the inn. She patted her pocket to make sure she still had the spare septims and followed close behind him.

"Dunmer," She called, "What manner of enemy should we expect when we arrive?"