Bleddyn looked down onto Markrath from the stairs of Understone Keep. The bounties he collects from Raerek on the Forsworn and bandits provide him with the money it requires him to keep his weapons sharp, alcohol in his stomach, and food on the table. He has lived out in the woods near this city for about five years. The Jarl has offered that he would would take up residence here in the safety of the walls but he was happy in his small house in the woods where he lived alone with his guard dog, Fredrick. As he walked down the stairs of the keep down to walkways he noticed the people. They would smile at him, some would wave, and others would look away when Bleddyn would glance over at them. Everybody in the town knew who he was, The Hunter Who Lived Alone if they didn't know his name. Bleddyn, on the other hand, didn't know hardly anyone. He mostly dealt with the Jarl, Raerek, the blacksmith, the innkeeper, and some stall owners in the marketplace, even then he had to be reminded other their names every so often.
As he walked into the inn his skin crawled. He walked over to his table, the one where he could have his back to a wall and he was facing the door. The inn was packed tonight mostly with the usual faces like that Robed Man, but there were some new ones. There was a Redguard talking to a Dark Elf, there was also an Argonian sitting in a opposite corner, he also saw a female Breton most likely a mage, and last there was this Imperial man in light armor with a new pouch of gold with him.
So Bleddyn sat there, observing everyone in the building, waiting for the Innkeeper or his wife to see him.
