The many voices of the merchants selling their wares mingle with loud clangs of metal against iron as the blacksmith works his craft, and the endless chatter of the townsfolk as they go to and fro, sharing rumors of dragon attacks in nearby Holds and tales of battles between the honor-driven Stormcloaks and the cruel and spineless soldiers of the Imperial Legion. Soft white snowflakes dance lazily through the grey sky, falling gently on the frozen mounds of snow blanketing the city grounds. It’s a noisy and frigid morning in the market square of Windhelm, the City of Kings.
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