Windhelm Outskirts

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The icy water was refreshing. Normally he prefered ale or stronger spirits, but the last battle with the sabretooth cat made him bite his tongue, so he needed to wash it clean. The orc spit a mouthful of his own blood into the clear streaming water, watched the red dissolve into nothing, before he filled his waterskin and made way once again for Windhelm...