Skyrim-Soulmates

Chapter 66: "The Distraction" Caravans of travelers from all around Skyrim were already flooding into the city of Whiterun. The temple of Kynareth was offering free healing to those judged worthy and people of all races, creeds, and ailments wanted a chance to be convalesced. More guards were patrolling the streets than usual along with some off-duty Stormcloak soldiers. This was expected, though. More people meant more security risks. Cicero chewed his lip and attempted to count and memorize the locations of each guard near the main gate. It shouldn't be difficult to blend in with the crowd, so long as nothing drew attention to them. "Can we get some beer after this?" Krow asked dusting some ash from his shoulder. "What is it with you and drinking?" Cicero asked while watching the migrating crowd, "What are you, like 12?" Krow glanced down at his body, running his hands down his chest, "I... I honestly don't know... but we're immortal so it doesn't matter,