Riona Galsette: The Roxey Village, the Old Roxey Cemetery -- Midyear, 4E 201

The young woman rubbed the back of her head feeling the wetness of the crimson liquid smear her hand. Her eyes grew heavy only seeing flashes of the scene that took place before her. The zombie was felled although in her head she had done the deed and liberated the Roxey Village from the undead menace. Her mind already began counting the septims she was owed. The last thing she saw was of an altmer standing not too far away from where she lay. She brought up her hand in a defensive gesture as if preparing for some malevolent and dirty action he may try towards her. It was bad enough that the heavy mist had swallowed most of her vision away as she lay there, but now her last thoughts were of unnerving anxiousness. 

Her arm only remained in the air for a second and then flopped resting over her torso as she blacked out. A low groan was the last thing heard as her consciousness drifted into nothingness. Whomever this man was or what his intentions were, she had no way of stopping, the Breton was at his mercy.