Nanine had been helping another refugee family when the Dominion arrived. Panicked voices and cries drew her attention to an approaching force. Expecting an attack, she hurriedly told the family to take shelter before heading over to the commotion with her hand on her blade. Instead of finding a Dominion army cutting its way to Skingrad, she found the High Elves handing out food and supplies to the needy and attempting to bring calm to the chaos. It nonplussed her, stopping her in her tracks. This was a Dominion trick, obviously, but how would this help them? Count Hassildor still held the walls of Skingrad, and while the refugees could be stirred into a mob, they were no soldiers. Nanine would get her answer only a few hours later, as it was announced that Skingrad had capitulated to the Dominion and was now firmly under its control. With no other familiar sight around the camp, and no one else she could truly trust at this point, Nanine fell back to the camp she had spent the night at a few days ago. She found them in preparations to leave, and leave quickly, only waiting for their members who had gone with the rangers. When those haggard few arrived, it was with more bad news; The Dwemer had laid a trap for them, and killed almost everyone. 

 When given the choice to leave or stay in Skingrad, Nanine went with Calen's wagon. She didn't trust the Dominion, and the group seemed to have a better plan than simply 'head a direction that is away from both the Dominion and the Dwemer.' So it was that she walked with them too Anvil. She was mostly quiet during the trip, contemplative. As much as she disliked the Dominion, she had to admire the boldness of the move. Too come as saviors instead of conquerors and pretend to be interested in helping the refugees against the callousness of the Empire and the cruelty of the Dominion was a stroke of brilliance. Their claims that they can defend against the Deep Elves were concerning. Either they Dominion arrogantly believed itself strong enough to beat back the Dwemer with their strange staves and mechanical creations, or they had something up their sleeves that ensured the Dwemer wouldn't attack.

Nanine wasn't sure which was worse. 

As they got ever closer to Anvil, Nanine found herself regretting her choice, designed for Skyrim's cold, and her armor. The heat grew steadily more uncomfortable until she was forced to remove her armor. Getting out of her armor provided some relief, but not all. She would need to buy clothes more suited to the climate when they reached Anvil. The city was a much welcome change from the panic of Skingrad. Everything seemed under control and calm, with the expansive presence of the Legion doing much. News had already reached the city about Skingrad's fall, however, and tension was beginning to rise. The Legions could take on one foe, certainly. But two? One of whom had already almost beaten them, the other a completely unknown factor? People's faith in the Empire was beginning to strain.

The legionnaires in Anvil were desperate for any news. Nanine provided what information she could, readily. While she could only provide limited information about Skingrad, beyond a name and an accurate representation of its new count and what she had seen the Thalmor doing in the refugee camp, she could provide more information about the Dwemer and their constructs. She was only with the Legionnaires an hour, much of her information already being covered by Daro'Vasora, but her drawings and notes on them were readily taken by the Legion, if met with a bit of skepticism on how accurate she claimed them to be. Given a small pouch of gold coins and thanked for her service, Nanine headed out into the city to buy more weather appropriate clothing, and to stock up on some of the supplies she had lost in Skingrad and on the trip.

A few hours later, her pack restocked with supplies (including a new blanket, some extra clothes, and some more soul gems to practice with) and her clothes switched for something designed to let heat go rather than keep it in, Nanine carefully stored half of her remaining gold in the bottom of her pack. She would use the rest to wander the city, and see if there was anything interesting it had to offer beyond food that wasn't cooked over a campfire and a sense of normalcy. Securely tying her coins to her hip, Nanine headed into the city to see what it had to offer.