[center][b][i]Foolish Actions Are Made[/i][/b][/center]

        Less than an hour had passed after Sevine had left Rhasha'Dar to speak with Sylvanis, and catch up on what had happened to her during the course of the battle. During this time, she winded through the streets of Windhelm, aimlessly meandering along, taking in the sights to see, as if this was the last time she would see the ancient stone city. Her mind wandered back to when she first traveled to Windhelm to join the Stormcloak's, it seemed so long ago, but in fact, barely a year or two had passed since the end of the war. Her thoughts drifted over everything she had seen, everything she had gone through. She found that her feet had stopped moving, as she leaned against the wall of a house, staring blankly at the cobblestone beneath her. 

      There was an incident that constantly played in her mind, the incident when she almost died, when an Imperial soldier had struck her down with a blow so hard, it lift her immobile, writhing in pain. He spat on her, kicked her around, put his boot on her trachea, and tried to kill her. When she passed out, and came to later, Sevine awoke to Leif sewing up a laceration in her leg, as he smothered a poultice over it to prevent the infection. She laid in the camp tent for three days before she could walk again, and the entire time, she thought only about tracking down that Imperial, and killing him. His blade had poison that made her weak, feverish, and caused maddening hallucinations that still haunted her dreams to this day. Even her dreams were consumed with hunting him down like the deer she had hinted in the backwoods of Falkreath, while she lay on the cot recuperating. 

         The din of battle, or at least that's what she presumed she heard, brought her out of her reflection. She looked up in confusion as her ears made sense of the noise she heard. Shouting from the Stone Quarter, with the sound of glass breaking forced her into a sprint. [i]What in Oblivion was happening?[/i] As she rounded the corner into the Quarter, Sevine was met with the tail end of a mob, swarming with angry Argonian's, demanding to be let out. Several mercenaries had gathered at the front of the mob to hold them back, she could see Jorwen at the front from his distinctive red-beard, and his height alone. 

"You can't leave you ignorant fools!" Sevine shouted, as she grabbed two unsuspecting Argonian's by the collars of their tunics, and yanked them back, and tossed them to the ground, drawing the attention of several others.

"We'll do as we please you Nordic whore!" Growled one of the Argonian's as he brandished a short-spear, aiming to run her through. 

       For Sevine, the only logical thing to do was run. So she conjured up a thick ball of phlegm in the back of her throat, and hawked it on the spear-wielding lizard. "I'd wager you couldn't catch me, if you wanted to you fat, smelly lizard!" She taunted. Typically, Sevine avoided confrontation, and she avoided racial slurs, or insults, as she had no problem with any Man, Mer or Beast. When the blob of phlegm struck the Argonian, Sevine took off down the street she had wandered along, racing as far away as she could. Behind her, chased four angry Agronian's eager to spill blood, and who better to take it out on than a fiesty Nord woman, like those that had taunted them, and kept them on the docks, judging them by their appearance and not who they were as individuals.

       Two with spears, another with a makeshift club, and the fourth with a short sword rushed her, more than eager to capture her, and do ungodly things to her. But Sevine had other things in mind, as to how to deal with them. Her feet moved fast, and nimble as she darted along the cobblestone, she turned a corner and spotted several barrels. Ducking behind the barrels, Sevine waited for her pursuers to round the corner. Sure enough, when they did, too blind with anger to see her, she shoved the barrels into their paths, thankfully the barrels she hid behind were empty. The fore runners of the group went down immediately, flying head over heels as they landed hard upon the stones. The other two that lagged behind weren't caught off guard, giving Sevine the reason to take off running again. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her, while the two Argonian's behind her jeered insults.

"Wait till we catch you, and skin you alive!" One said. 

       The cold, damp mist that pervaded the air, alluded to the oncoming rain that the sky promised to release. Her fingers froze, and her toes in her boots felt numb from the piercing chill, and dampness. Ragged breaths procured white vapors that whisked out of her mouth as she ran headlong. She headed down a back alley into the Grey Quarter, and when she rounded a corner, Sevine felt a burning sensation as she turned her head to see one of the Argonian's spears clatter to the ground. She gritted her teeth as her leg gave out, and she rolled to the ground. As the spear thrower went to fetch his fallen weapon, the club wielding lizard advanced on her. She tried to push herself to her feet quickly, but he quicker. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and held it tight, forcing her to look up into his stoic red eyes.

"Didn't get that far now did you?" He snarled, his breath smelt of ale, and fish. He raised his club to strike her down when her free hand darted to her hip, retrieving her steel dagger, and drove into his forcep that held his club. Howling in pain, he let go of his hold on her hair, and threw her to the side to deal with the dagger embedded in his arm. As she rolled away, the spear wielded had retrieved his weapon, and aimed to kill. Just as he thrust his spear downwards, Sevine grabbed the shaft with her hands, as she struggled to wrestle it away from her heart. Grunting and groaning with gritted teeth, the two struggled to overcome the other, one eager to kill, the other only desiring to live. With a boot to the groin, Sevine manage to knock the spear holder aside. She leapt to her feet, and darted away.

        She couldn't tell how bad the wound in her leg was, for it burned like molten iron, and she could feel something wet trickle into her boot, she assumed it was blood. Sevine made her way to the graveyard, taking the back way into the Stone Quarter, hoping to rejoin Jorwen to give aid. As she turned the corner, Sevine was forced into a painful limp. She spotted the throng of mercenaries working to dispel the angry lizard-folk, and found Jorwen amongst them, working alongside a Khajiit, from the back she thought it was Rhasha'Dar.

"Jorwen! Rhasha!" She called out to them, making her forward. The crowds had thinned out, not wanting to deal with a group of well-trained guards and mercenaries.