Waiting

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Caught Crossing the border from Cyrodiil by the Imperials, Pandora is now in the middle of a war between the Imperials and the Stormcloaks. A war she knows nothing about and does not want to pick at side in. The time for picking a side will come she is sure, but now she has to find him. In the Whiterun jail a strange man told her of a mage type in a black robe, a mage who's face you could not see that he had heard about in Riften but he knew not where he had been seen in Riften. As she stands waiting for the carriage to Riften she thinks of the armor she carries wrapped in her bedroll, the armor black as the night, a Master Mage's armor and of finding it lying beside her when she awoke that morning so long ago. Of the message in her pocket saying ' Come to Skyrim, I need you!.