Middas, early morning, Sun's Height 10, 4th Era, Year 1 
Joan of Arkay awakens inside her rented room, here in Pell's Gate. The air is warm. And it sounds like nobody is in the dining room below her. Which is good. A quick meal then, before she goes outside once again, to brave the world and all its wanton miscreants.
She walks downstairs. "Morning," she says to Candice Corgine, the inn's publican. A quick meal, that's all she needs before she's off to brave the world.
"I need to thank you again for including me in your travails," Candice starts. "You have done so many great things for us in the past, and the brilliant blue dress you retrieved from Horn Cave has been stored away from the moths."
"Oh, kindness, milady," Joan is hungry. She spies Candice's fruit section. "'Tis my calling, which is of no matter, at all."
"There is somebody else here in Pell's Gate who needs your assistance," Candice continues.
"Is there?"
"You are the one who's rid us of those marauders across the way so many times in the past," Candice smiles. "Fort Homestead, blasted place! Oooh I wish I could just burn it all to the ground!" she growls. "Can't do this though, place is made of stone."
"Perhaps I can assist," Joan starts. "Right after I--"
"Go speak to Irroke the Wide, the Nord man who frequents our little hamlet. Just outside, eh? He can tell you more perhaps."
"I shall do so," Joan of Arkay affirms.
The Gods have called down to me, once again. "Just after I break previous night's fast..."
"Great," Candice's face beams. "Now, would you like a room, or perhaps a bit of wine?" she winks. "Heh, just a little joke there. We're not in Weye, are we?"
Joan of Arkay starts her day with a carrot, a blackberry, and two pears. The Gods have called down, indeed.
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10:43 amOutside, the weather is warm. Completely pleasant. Joan quickly finds Irroke the Wide, who's in the midst of conversing with Shafaye. "What's your story?" Shafaye, Pell's Gate's resident hunter greets Joan, as Joan draws near.
"Morning," Joan says to the Redguard. "And Irroke, I shall need to converse with you."
"What is it?" Irroke returns to the crusader before him. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Candice mentioned I should speak with you? Might I be so bold as to inquire as for why?"
"Hm," the gray-haired Nord rubs his chin. "Candice running her mouth, letting the whole world know about my little problem. Well, I guess it's not so little."
"I see. Please go on."
"You look familiar," starts the Nord. "But I don't really know who you are." His chin gets another rub again before he continues. "You have the
look of an adventurer, but why should I tell you anything?"
"Apologies, sire. Joan of Battlehorn, at your beckoning. Worldly agent of Arkay, at your whim."
But the Nord is unimpressed. "How about a few gollld from you? Times are tough, ya know? So let's say ... five gold pieces in my pocket. Just to loosen my lips."
The request seems strange, but Joan plays along. She's got well over a thousand pieces hidden in one of her horse's satchels.
*clink!*"See, now was that so hard? You might be surprised at how frew adventuring types pass through here nowadays that the Oblivion Crisis has ended."
Joan waits patiently.
"Well let me get to the point," he stares at her seriously. "Good thing we have Shafaye, the Redguard woman I was just speaking to. She's good with a bow... But she's not so good with Fort Homestead, she's only good at hunting deer. And rabbits."
Joan says nothing.
Does this man wish me to rid the inhabitants of Homestead? thinks she.
"Therefore yes, I can use your help," Irroke finally admits. "See, those beasts across the way stoled my hand-axe! It's an axe of silver, and very, very valuable. If you can go in there and find it for me, I'd gladly reward for your troubles. What do you say?"
Joan begins to speak, but Irroke interrupts fist.
"Hmm. Doesn't matter now, does it?" he says. "You're involved, either way. I wish you luck in there. You have the right look, that's for sure."
Joan nods, taking the compliment without gloating, or fanfare.
"Now what was I up to?" the Nord walks away. "Oh yeah, gotta wander around and ramble a bit. Heh."
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Joan consults with CandiceIrroke the WideFort Homestead, blasted place!Storming Fort HomesteadFall for me, Breton!'Tis not within mine guidance, miscreant! May Arkay guide thine path!