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Beyond the massive gates the city of Windhelm opened up. The first square was decorated with the Candlehearth Inn. As she made her way there to have a mug of mead, harsh voices reached her. "Maybe I'll pay you a visit at night...", a grumpy nord told a dunmer girl. The brutish tone of the following laughter told that the words could very well be true. This wasn't a city for foreigners...
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beautifully captured Rick
For some reason I often have bad weather when visiting Windhelm (not that I don't mind it), but every once and a while the sky is more blue than dark and even the sun appears...
This site is such a boost for the ego...
I guess I got inspired yesterday when I mentioned I'd like to write something as well. So why not this, small-scaled sceneries, to give the pic a bit of a story at least...