“Where to?” asked Carthalo. “Are there any women there?” Carthalo asked. I just… Each one had a strange inscription on it, Hadvar stopped to explain. And it’s pretty well hidden.” said the second, most likely Imperial by the accent. Haven’t you ever fought a woman in Stormcloak armor?” Carthalo asked. Hadvar’s face grew cold, and his resolve hardened. Hadvar charged the bandit chief, he was a tall, powerful looking Orc with a two handed axe in hand. “There!” Carthalo said “Hopefully I just gave you a nice little bastard. I’ll kill that dragon Hadvar.”
Hadvar laughed. “Then we teach them a lesson.” he said. My uncle Alvor is the blacksmith there. We will!” the Nord woman cried pitifully. For a moment the Redguard felt like he could take on the world. “Well let’s hope nobody comes to investigate that.” Hadvar said as the light slowly faded.
