After leaving the warehouse, Sagax wandered the streets of Windhelm alone for a while. Walking around the empty alleys of the city, he took in everything he saw. The ancient stonework of the walls were deceptive in their appearance, as what looked to be aging and chipped blocks of carved rock were in all actuality still incredibly sturdy, and the strolling Imperial wondered just how much of the beating it all could take. He didn't see any doors leading into any parts of the city's towering walls, so he assumed that they were completely solid structures, and must have been constructed out of incredibly large blocks of stone. Sturdy indeed. It wasn't long, though, before Sagax's walk was interrupted by a reasonably cautious guard; after all, the man was decked out in fairly standard thief's leather, and with a concealing hood to boot. 

A tall figure, illuminated by torchlight, approached Sagax with swift steps, meeting him face-to-face. Sagax could feel the eyes of the guardsman studying him carefully. "Hold! What in Talos' name are you doing wandering the city at this hour? The only people that ought to be out now are guards, and lawbreakers that need to be taken to the dungeons! I don't know which you are, but you sure don't look like a guard, little Imperial." His voice was stern, but Sagax didn't know about his face, which was covered entirely by his helmet. He responded by raising his hands to about his shoulder height, far away from the handle of his sword. "I am no guard, but neither am I a lawbreaker, sir." Moving his hands upwards more, Sagax removed his hood. He hoped that by showing he was willing to show his face fully the guard would realize that he was no troublemaker. "I'm just...well, I guess I'm doing a little sight-seeing. I've never been to Windhelm before, and so I thought I'd tour the city." He paused, and saw that the guardsman was no less tense, but at least he wasn't about to go and draw his blade. "We don't have architecture like this in Cyrodiil. The closest we have is Bruma, but there are still heavy Imperial influences in the city's make. It's all new to me, so every step is something to potentially write about." The man snorted in response, but didn't make any advances. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Sight-see all you want. But if your hands find their way to anything that doesn't belong to you, I'll cut them off myself! I'll be watching for you, sneak-thief..." Turning around and continuing his patrol, the man left behind a relieved Imperial. The last thing Sagax wanted was a night in the Windhelm dungeons, especially for something he didn't even do.

The rest of the night was uneventful. None of the other guards gave Sagax more than a watchful glance, and there didn't seem to be any rowdy drunks to deal with. He continued his tour until the morning came, and after no more than what seemed to be just an few minutes of sunlight did Sagax hear Dough-Boy screaming his head off about something. Looking over to the shrieking man, he also saw guards running around shouting about defensive positions. Ashav darted out of Candlehearth, and several people followed him. Sagax caught up quickly, and almost reeled back when the sight at the docks met his eyes. Massive warships, coated in metal, and over to the side he saw a beat-up vessel with gigantic shards of ice embedded in its hull. 

Bells rung, guards shouted, people panicked. Yeah, this was gonna be one hell of a morning, and one thing was for sure: If these invaders didn't kill Sagax, a certain fiery woman was going to march to Skyrim and do it herself for the danger he put himself in.

Looking around at the other mercenaries that gathered, Sagax offered up a coy smile. "Uh...is it too late to say that they're just a well protected trading company...?"