Bird Flu She let out a deep breath, after staking out the same Forsworn camp for the last two days, she was starting to wear down from it. It wasn't what she would normally do. She would have stormed in there the first night and slaughtered the whole lot of them. But the Jarl of Markarth had requested that she watched them, and studied them. Why, she hadn't quite figured out.
Sap sighed, running a hand through her short hair. Their actions hadn't changed from the night before. So what was she doing here? She growled, another night of nothing happening and she was going straight back to the Jarl and get answers.
There was a snap from behind her, and as she whipped around, her bow at the ready, something swung at her in a blur. Then she saw darkness.
Her eyes fluttered, before they slowly opened. As consciousness creeped back in, so did the throbbing pain in her left temple. As she slowly leaned up, she groaned.