
A Night in Solitude
TLDR: OP makes his way to Solitude
Morndas 24th of Hearthfire
Drake was uneasily reminded of Cyrodiil as he approached the massive gate into Solitude. The fortress city still had the rustic look of rough hewn stone rather than the precisely cut masonry of the empire's capital, but in terms of size and pressence the city dwarfed any of the holds Drake had visited in Skyrim.
Still, Drake had to reminded himself, that his trouble in the Imperial city was hundreds of miles away. In Cyrodiil he may have been a wanted man, but in Skyrim he was a respected Thane, and a property owner to boot. The ghosts of his past would fade, and in time the uneasy memories would cease to trouble him, or at least that it was he told himself as he made his way past the guards.
It had been evening when Drake and Lydia had arrived at Solitude, and Drake had sent his housecarl to stable the horses with instructions to meet him at the local tavern where he would have procured them rooms, but the sudden throng he found himself with as he entered the city square, made him wonder, if it had been wise to split up.
The square was packed as though it were holiday, and still more people were pouring in. What in Oblvion was everyone in such a rush to see? All the eyes were directed to a stone dais at the Eastern end of the square, where a stern looking official stood flanked by several guards.
Judging from the angry face of the official and the uneasy murmur of the crowd, Drake judged he wanted no part of whatever spectacle the people had gathered to see. He did his best to make his way Northward across the square, but it was slow going against the flow of the crowd.
"They Can't hurt uncle Rogvir," the high pitched voice of a child broke through the deep murmir, and Drake instinctively turned towards the voice only to see an old woman carrying a child away, as she continued to call, "Tell them he didn't do anything!"
Drake's throat tightened and he renewed his effort to push through the crowd, but before he had made any progress a roar went up through the crowd, and Drake saw a man in ragged robes being led by guards up to the dais and behind them, an axe-man wearing a black mask.
Angry shouts and jeers continued to fly as the man and his execution made their way onto the stage.
FIN
Drake and Lydia made it past Rorikstead and Dragon's Bridge, but it was getting pretty late by time we made it to Solitude, so Rather than trying to press on the rest of the way to Northwatch I decided we'd go spend the night in Solitude.
But entering the city prompted an event, and a reminder that there is a civil war going on. So Drake watched the unhappy event unfold before getting a room at the Winking Skeever (A much more upscale place than the bannered mare, but I guess Solitude is the big city of Skyrim.
Anyway. I imagine the sight of the execution would probably have given Drake some uncomfortable Deja-vu. Hopefully it doesn't interfere with his attempts to rescue Fralia's son from Northwatch.
Art is mine, the story is from my game, but I'm taking liberties with the story telling for entertainment purposes.