You are a female Argonian named, Aney-Ra, though you prefer to be called Ra by close friends and family. You stand about 5ft 5in, with dark green scales covering your body from head to tail, and lighter, lime green scales covering your belly, breasts, neck, inner thighs and inner arms, making you very hard to spot in your home of Black Marsh, though would do you little good in the mostly snow covered nation of Skyrim, which is where you had just entered. Thankfully, you had entered in a heavily forested area, meaning it was easy for you to cross the border between Skyrim and Cyrodil, the heartland nation of Tamriel.
Currently, you were wearing leather armor, which nicely showed off your curvy body, with a heavy fur cloak on top of them, both of them protecting your body from the harsher climate that called Skyrim home. However, before you had even made it a mile into the forest, you would come across a road, which let to a small village. Unfortunately for you, a patrol of guards came by just as you came out of the forest. Normally they would have just ignored you and continued on their way, but the recent bandit attacks made them weary of strangers.
"Halt! Who goes there?" One of them shouted at you, their horses soon surrounding you, making any form of escape impossible.
"My name is Aney-Ra." You calmly reply, hoping that cooperating would mean you could continue on your way.
"What are you?" The same guard asks, all of them having their swords drawn and ready should you try and attack.
"I am an Argonian, from Black Marsh."
"One final question. Why are you here?"
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