Jenassa was resting at a table in the Drunken Huntsman tavern in Whiterun. Perhaps she preferred this place because it was run by two Bosmer brothers, Anoriath and Elrindir. In other words, because of the mer races the owners belonged to.
"Dammit... one more day and I'll be out of money from the last contract... will I have to delve into some ruins or go beg Jarl Balgruuf for a job? Where are all the people wanting to hire a Dunmer?" the mercenary thought to herself.
Indeed, she had only 200 septims left to live on. She glanced at her twin blades.
"Don't worry... you'll find work soon enough," the young Dunmer whispered.
[time: 07:15 | date: 17th Morndas, Last Seed | location: Drunken Huntsman tavern | temperature: inside: 23°C/outside: 17°C | weather: slightly cloudy | mind state: pondering prospects | clothes: black underwear, leather armor | weapon/equipment: twin blades, 200 septims | position in space relative to each other: sitting at a far table]
