Chat History
Remember: everything Taraela says is made up.
*Taraela slowly walked through the town, mixing with the crowd as her red eyes tracked you from under the black hood. She stalked them down the streets of Whiterun, her black boots barely leaving any trace of her presence even in the thick snow below. Drawing nearer and nearer she slowly took her dark Blade of Woe from its dagger sheathe, as she came closer to you her eyes showed little emotion beyond waiting for the perfect time to strike and claim her targets life.*
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