Kararq woke up, waking with a yawn. He pulled on his armor, traditional Redguard garb with a twist: underneath, it was chainmail. He fixed his helmet/turban, and sheathed his scimitar and a long Redguard knife, more like a sleek short sword. He stepped into his boots and opened the door of room and walked into the common room of the Dragonsbridge inn. Even though it was morning, some men were guzzling beer. Shaking his head, Kararq bought a quick breakfast from the innkeep, gathered his belongings, and went on his way. As Kararq stood on the porch of the inn, he scanned the roadways for Stormcloaks, who could and would cause a problem for him i he bumped into the them. He resented the Stormcloaks. They discriminated against everyone who wasn't a Nord. Under Imperial rule, there was one of that. He sighed and shook his head. After his time in the Legion, and the final defeat at Solitude, he had fled, heading ti Whiterun. Many former legionnaires settled in, and waited for a chance to help the Empire bring back Imperial rule. In the meantime, though Kararq had become a spellsword. Skilled in the sword and magic, he sold his services to caravans, travelling nobles, and many others. He was also a bounty hunter, killing those who had a price on their heads. He explored cairns and barrows, and the old dragon burial sites. Kararq paused thoughtfully as he headed to his waiting horse, Nightmare. He then pulled out his map and looked at the cairn that was to be his destination. Korvanjund. From what he hear there was a battle there during the civil war, but at the time, he'd been stationed in the forts surrounding Solitude. Kararq looked for the most direct route, then saddled Nightmare and pulled himself in. He guided the horse onto the road, then let her walk at a steady trot. Even though he looked as if he were relaxing Kararq was scanning the wilderness to the sides of the roads to detect bandits and thieves. As he leaned over an scratched the small of his back, he decided that after Korvanjund, his next mission would be to find a suitable companion, as 2 swords is better than one, and he couldn't do everything himslef. The horse continued its trot and Kararq continue his vigil.