A beautiful landscape, the sun was begging to set, painting the sky in a pallete of orange and gold hues. Birds singing, flowers swaying in the warm breeze, a gentle flow of river nearby. A peaceful land, it was a shame that bandits were spoiling it. Jenassa glanced at the sky as she reached the top of the hill, overlooking the vast fields below. A shadow passed the sun as a dragon flew in the distance, but the creature was far enough to not be an imminent threat. The Western Watchtower stood tall, fading behind her back, a silent sentinel overlooking the land.

She was on a mission – a hit. Jenassa had no regrets about being hired to take down some bandits. She'd killed many, and she was prepared to kill many more. The smoke trails rose straight into the sky from a campfire; a clear beacon of their location. The Dunmer was like a shadow, blending seamlessly with the grass and the terrain around her. No one will see her coming.