Under the rugged stone arches of Markarth, a Markarth City Guard patrolled the winding streets, his armor clinking softly with each step. His gaze was vigilant, and his eyes scanned the cobblestone paths for any sign of trouble. Markarth's architectural wonders rose around him, a testament to both craftsmanship and the city's rich history.

As he made his rounds, the guard's attention was drawn to a figure standing amidst the hustle and bustle of the market square. The Dragonborn, clad in gleaming ebony armor, stood out like a living legend among the common folk. The intricate design of the armor spoke of battles won and challenges conquered.

The guard approached the Dragonborn, his helmeted head turning slightly as he marveled at the sight before him. "Ebony armor," he mused in a tone filled with awe, addressing the legendary figure. "By Ysmir, it's a wondrous sight."