"I still can't believe how easily they all went down. The Akaviri people were supposed to be like the Blades, but they barely put up a fight!" An armoured Altmer soldier chuckled as the five figures approached Castle Northwatch. The blizzard was thick, but the fur in the four Thalmor's armour or robes kept them cozy enough. The same couldn't be said for their prisoner - an oddly-dressed child without any footwear, and a chained collar around her neck acting as a Magicka surpressor.

"Women and children don't really bother. They break down and wait for someone to slaughter them. Of course it was easy... Keep in mind there was no armour involved, and we killed the warriors before they could react. Disorganised rabble always perish easily." The robed Thalmor heading the formation replied clearly. The two didn't really sound concerned with what they had done. They spoke about this in front of the poor child, too... "Don't slow down, [I]thing[/I], or I'll cut something off and feed it to the wolves!" the same robed Thalmor snapped as he kicked the Akaviri girl into the snow.

Yuki was shivering uncontrollably... Her summer robes were too light to protect against the harsh and unforgiving winter of Skyrim. Her feet felt frozen after they made her walk without sandals, just because she was silent when questioned. Her neck was scratched and reddened by the tight collar, keeping her attached to her captors as if they were walking a dog. No tears, not even a trembling lip. Yuki couldn't go on like this, even if the warm castle wasn't far now. What awaited her? Torture? Interrogation? Both? Fighting to get to her feet, she pulled herself out of the snow and continued to walk before the Thalmor decided to drag her through the frozen landscape instead.

(Just doing this little intro before we continue in Whiterun. Gives us a lead anyway, when someone finds the bodies!)