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Area Description: Those large gates that once held back an onslaught of daedric armies has now been warn down to merely an open entrance. The doors are no longer there and the path inside is merely a run down dirt road. There's nothing fancy about the entrance to Kvatch, but hopefully reconstruction will be well on its way to making your first look upon the city more delightful.

Guards: Only one guard stands at the gates.

Whistling echoed near the gates of Kvatch, a slow but jolly tune. A fairly tall man, clad in leather and fur, moseyed up the path to Kvatch’s makeshift gate. The breeze blew the long blonde bangs out of his eyes, and he caught a glimpse of two people at the gate: a guard and a girl. Eyeing the girl for a minute, he decided she was an elf, probably one of the shorter ones. Wulfstan realized he was at the end of the trail, and thought about pulling one of his famous one-liners.

Better not. This is my first day in Kvatch. I’d better not screw it up. Besides, she looks kinda bummed about something. He swore to himself in Nordic, because he knew he couldn’t just pass some sad, pretty elf girl without saying anything. A joke was in order.

“Hey why’d the guar cross the road?” One would think that Wulfstan could make a better first impression than a “why’d the guar cross the road joke,” but he is a Nord after all.

The early afternoon sun lightly warmed Selene's shoulders as she ascended the path towards the city of Kvatch. Though she wasn't born during the great Daedric siege, she had read and heard a great deal about it. Frankly, Selene was surprised that it had survived at all and wasn't obliterated to the ground. The doors were open in a gesture of welcome and from what she could see, lightly squinting her azure eyes, there stood one lone guard. Sweat broke out on her forehead and the girl hurriedly wiped it away. Months of learning to avoid the authorities and be a mere shadow to execute those final blows to her target still left her wary when so close to an armed guard. But, Selene reminded herself, she looked like a respectable citizen and wasn't in this business anymore and therefore strode calmly by the man who barely gave her a second glance.
Looking up ahead, where the first touches of civilisation were visible, Selene spotted a tall Nord man engaging in conversation with a Bosmer girl. Selene smoothed her dark red hair, resembling the colour of blood in the sun, and wiped the travel dust off her robe proceeding towards the couple.
"Good afternoon. Sorry to interrupt but I am new in town and was wondering if either of you could tell me anything about it?" - She asked timidly with a smile.

Selene breathed a sigh of relief when the tall man she addressed turned and replied to her question. Not that she was nervous, but she needed to establish some kind of network within her new home.
"Yes, I know some of that myself...I also heard it had something to do with Emperor Uriel's assassination. And there have been stories concerning an illegitimate son." - Selene answered thoughfully, keeping her gaze on the Nord. "Oh, I'm sorry...how rude of me. I'm Selene Colliére, how do you do?" The girl blushed, extending a slender arm to them both. "My story isn't anything interesting...I moved to Cyrodiil about two years ago and up till now lived in Cheydinhal, a rather prosperous town to the North East." - She added, feeling the cool breeze caress her face as she spoke. "I'm a scholar, mostly concerning magicka and Daedric cults and deities. How about both of you?"

The guard sighed as he listened to these handful of people speak of Kvatch. "Yes, we are in need of a lord at this time. We cannot even get in our own castle due to the hostile ghosts inhabiting it. Its a shameful thing to admit, but its the truth. We're desperately in need of some help," the guard told them while keeping his eyes diverted to the side. He didn't feel the need to go into great detail, but was also feeling remorseful of the new diplomat trying to take up the throne. It was indeed a disgrace, but they needed someone to guide them in this re-construction era.

Selene smiled coyly at Wulfstan as he introduced himself. The Nord, though intimidating at first was a genuinely nice person. And the pretty little Wood Elf Yuwi seemed to brighten up as conversation flowed between the three of them. Grasping the hem of her robe to step over a mud puddle, Selene was about to ask of any taverns when the guard from the gates interrupted with news of the recent developments in Kvatch. At the mention of ghosts, the girl perked up.
"Ghosts? Undead? I don't know if I'm being too hasty but I'd be glad to offer my services to the fighters guild to help. Though my skills aren't...concerned with combat. I'm a decent summoner myself..." - She spoke nervously, eyeing the company. Turning to Wulf who mentioned visitng the guild, Selene nodded to him in a gesture of knowing.
"I'll come along with you."

The road leading to Kvatch's gates was an old one, traveled much over many years. Esgloroth stopped in the road's center and scanned the area. It seemed there was indeed much history here. He knew very little of the happenings years ago. He continued up the road until the location of the old gates was before him. A lone guard stood there. Not wanting to speak unless absolutely necessary, Esgloroth ignored him and continued on through the gateway. He wandered through the city for a few minutes until he came upon the Fighter's Guild. There seemed to be many people inside, so he himself walked in.

Eajo followed Esgloroth for some will but intended on doing something with the armor so they split up at this point. Eajo walks up to the gate but then a loose pebble causes him to slip and all the armor to make a large Clunk. Eajo quickly gathered it and went through the open gate.