[i]Bruma, 20th of First Seed[/i]

Now that she thought about it, it was a little strange to the young Nord that she had never actually been to Bruma before the last few weeks. So close to Skyrim, yet knowing it was part of Cyrodiil had made the Jerall Mountains seem strange and mysterious, and perhaps a little intimidating. Not to mention her father always making a bland and uninspiring face at the mention of [i]anything[/i] from his homeland- sometimes it seemed as if he was more Nord than she was! Maybe that was what fueled the curiousity in her to finally step out of her comfort zone, to travel through the mountains and make her way into Bruma, after months of traveling through Skyrim. While she loved the home of the Nords with all her being, she knew there had to be [i]more[/i] out there. Tamriel was huge, and Skyrim was just a small wee bit of the world! Stories told to her during her tavern stays had only further fanned the flame of intrigue, until at last the Nord stepped into Cyrodiil, hoping to find something different, something exciting.

She had to admit that at first glance she was rather... disappointed. All smiles perhaps, but disappointed nonetheless, as everything still seemed rather similar to back home, save the names of people perhaps. The smell was similar, the feel of the land, the food even... But then there was something that swayed her disappointment. A new guild searching for recruits? Here? Immediately her mind churned and excitement once more brew within, thoughts of her mother and the Companions at the forefront.

[i]It'll be just like tha', won' it? I'll be able t'do a whole lotta things like Ma did, with others like me![/i]

It was a no brainer, really. Adventuring was fun, but it was lonely business most of the time, and even if she was used to it, she liked being around people. She liked to talk to friendly folks, share food and mead at a table, regale people with tales of valour... or even silly stories and jokes.

There was always the possibility that she would be rejected-

"No, ain' gonna think like tha'!" she scolded herself loudly, smacking the table she was sitting at with the palm of her hand, which she regretted almost immediately, feeling the sting of an embedded splinter. "Gah, Stendar have mercy..." 

Ignoring the puzzled and annoyed looks sent her way, Megana Corvus pushed back her chair and stood up, scowling as she looked at the obnoxious sliver of wood sticking out of her palm. Letting out a "blah", she carefully grabbed the intruder and yanked it out... or rather attempted to. Her fingers, though supple, were in fact useless against the teensy piece of wood, as were her teeth when she failed with the aforementioned. A large cough and a simultaneous clearing of someone's throat had Meg look away from her hand. "Ahh..."

Sheepish, she let out a small embarrassed laugh before reaching into the backpack she had carelessly plonked on the second chair by her table, rummaging about inside before pulling out a sad looking money bag that didn't promise many septims within.

[i]Ahh... I really do hope I get in... I'mma be outta gold soon![/i]

Leaving the tavern with her belongings and a slightly stinging palm, the Nord woman paused momentarily, hearing some raised voice in the distance. Unsure what that might be about, she wondered if it would be a good idea to see if there was trouble brewing somewhere. Wouldn't that be what aspiring adventurers and heroes would do? But then... what if people eventually thought she was causing trouble... She paused momentarily to fix her bag, the strap slipping off her shoulder. It seemed as if she'd need to find a replacement for it soon as well.

Before another sigh could escape her, her attention was caught by people gathering near a board Meg has recognized some days earlier as similar to the ones she would peruse to find her next delve to tomb raid, along with postings of marks needing to be hunted. Her green eyes widened and she hurried her way over, trying her best to politely push past those already standing there, nearly smacking face first into the largest Argonian she had ever seen... [i]ever[/i].

"Wah! Sorry!" Meandering a little to the side so she could see the board, she squinted as she tried to read what had been recently posted. [i]Me?... me?.. me...?[/i] "Ah! Me!" Her exclamation was not the only one, however, and probably not the loudest one either as it seemed somebody else had found their name on the paper posted as well. It took only a quick glance to spot the person- with those pointed ears, white spotted fur, long spotted tail and catlike features, only a fool wouldn't recognize a khajiit.

"Me too!" she proclaimed, grinning in the stranger's direction. "I'm Meg, nice t'meetcha!"