Vurwe awoke several times during the night to the sound of Solveig and Jorwen having an episode. Their savage barks and horselike whines filled her dreams. Then she would realize she was awake and curse them, loudly, though they hadn't seemed to hear it. In the morning her eyes were dark and saggy. She took the usual two hours she spent on her appearance, thinking of several hurtful barbs to throw at Jorwen. She liked the one about his inbred daughter.

It was chilly mornings such as this that reminded her of home by the sheer virtue of how it was completely inferior to it. In Summerset, the air was warm and you tripped on bottles of Alinor vintage like they were pebbles in the street. You could find accommodations and you wouldn't have to break into a place to acquire them, because you had a room filled with coin in the deeper recesses of your home. There were no Men, No Beasts, just Mer. Even that Dunmer noblewoman, whose name Vurwe forgot, was better company. The pillows were made of silk and filled with soft furs. It was immeasurably superior to Skyrim. 

She left Jorwens home to ask if anyone had seen a hairy giant of a man and his hairy hagraven of a daughter. They gave her a look. She said their names, Jorwen and Solveig, and they seemed to understand with quick nods and they pointed in the direction of the docks. Vurwe gave the closest thing she had to a thank you, saying that she needed the help. She did not say she appreciated it.

Traveling to the docks, she saw what seemed to be several metal vessels. She briefly thought they must be  Dwemer vessels, but they hadn't been around for years and the metalwork was much different. She decided using her infinite wisdom that it was easier to abandon what were ostensibly her allies when she several yards away from them. She saw the vessels knock apart several farmhouses, which she decided shrewdly that those were still, not her problem. Vurwe ran back to a local bank, then to the Candlehearth, and gave a large sack of gold to the massive, vein-muscled Dunmer man named "Gordo". He followed her along.

He boomed in a slow, deliberate voice, "Where going? Gordo is best Bard, Gordo play tune for lady?"

Vurwe shook her head, "To the docks. There's some sort of invasion going on."

Then some of the vessels came forward, unloading several invaders which at first were easily repelled. Then what seemed to be the veteran guard came in and completely destroyed several defenders.

Gordo shook his head, "Gordo concerned. Gordo thinks we should leave dock, also Windhelm."

"Not until I find Jorwen and call his daughter a..." she pulled out a slip of paper from her sleeve and unfolded it. "A jowly trollop who's reputation precedes her as the town door."

Gordo chewed on a strip of jerky. "Why a door?"

Vurwe sighed, "Because all the men go in and out of it."

"Oh."

Vurwe and Gordo huddled in a dark corner near the dock. They both eventually gave conspiratorial looks to a Nordic crossbowman, whom Vurwe directed Gordo to with a gesture. He lifted the crossbow from the mans hand then chucked him into the ocean water and passed Vurwe the crossbow.

They managed to avoid most of the fighting through the intense use of hiding back behind the actual warriors, until Vurwe finally found the  unmistakable figure of Jorwen. She started running towards him when one of the many giants jumped in front of her with a growl. She stepped back to Gordo and let off a crossbow bolt, which bounced off the figure with a twang.