It always felt like there was trouble wherever Coraline went.
She wondered if it was because she was good at finding it... or if she was cursed by some capricious god, for misfortune to follow her.
She felt her ears twitch, identifying a commotion by the ramp, up ahead.
"What do you mean, SURRENDER my enchanted items?"
"I'm sorry, young master. This is the policy set by the Windwright's Guild."
A green-haired youth wearing scholarly robes was arguing with an airship employee.
The pale-skinned guardswoman was professionally dressed, her diamond blonde hair in a bun, wearing dark blue brigandine and thick padded sleeves. Her furrowed brows were marked with black reptilian scales, a dovahkiin...
