#eilantha

So far Solstheim was not living up to her standards. There was something strange going on with the people, and not a lot of work to be had. So when that Ralis fellow asked if she was a mercenary and offered her a job, she'd taken it. At least they weren't working every single day at all hours. For now, she was headed into town to take a break at the Retching Netch. Unlike most female warriors, Eilantha preferred to have armor that hid her gender. There were just some opponents that held back when they knew she was, in fact, a woman.

So, her Heavy Chitin armor was of the men's variety. A bit constricting, perhaps, but it did do its' job and protect her skin more than enough times. Even the helmet muffled and warped the sound of her voice so that she didn't sound like herself. The Orc, Mogrul, was busy bullying the merchants again. It bothered her to no end, but unless someone asked for help, or offered her some form of payment, it wasn't any of her business.

Eilantha had been careful not to let anyone see her out of her Chitin Armor here, only ever taking it off when she rented a room here, which wasn't as often as she'd like. But as she entered and walked down into the bar area, she noticed there was really only one other patron. Another mercenary in Chitin armor, though she could tell it was of the lighter variety. She had come to know the difference.

The only issue she usually had was when people questioned her name. They all thought she was an unfortunate male with a woman's name. Ha, the joke would be on them if only they knew. She sat down at the bar, ignoring the other mercenary as she ordered a drink. At this point, it didn't really matter what, just something to calm her nerves. That Kolbjorn Barrow was really getting under her skin, and it wasn't because of the Draugr.