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Morgana rode down the road, she hadn't lost the imperials yet, she made her grey horse stop. She turned her around and summoned fire magic. The 2 imperial soldiers rode up, they held their swords, they were going to execute her without a fair trial. "You chose the wrong criminal." She aimed her flames at one of them, he dropped from his horse, his armour had been set alight. Morgana watched as the other jumped down to help his friend. She turned her horse back around and kicked, the grey horse started to gallop towards the city wall.

As she neared a bridge leading to the city of Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak and his soldiers, one of the guards approached her, a torch in hand, "Who goes there?" He called to her as her horse slowed to a walk. "Isolde Nirol, I wish to join the Stormcloaks." She called, not attempting to hide her Imperial accent. The guard begins to laugh, "An Imperial? Fighting for the Stormcloaks?" He managed to say through her laughter. "I suggest you don't turn me away. I'm a valuable asset to any army." She told him, he then lead her horse to the stables and helped her down. "We won't turn any brothers or sisters away." Morgana nodded to him before wrapping her furs around herself warmer and continued into the city. She was greeted by Candlehearth Hall and walked in instantly.

She was hit by the warmth and smell of foods and wine. Morgana sniffed it in, "I already like this inn." She climbed the stairs and sat, a waiting someone to bring her some wine and warm food. She noticed a Redguard woman and nodded to her as a greeting, then she noticed an Argonian but he had his back to her. "Some food, wine and a few hours of sleep. Ulfric can wait." She said to herself.