I've seen my reflection in lakes and mirrors to see that I have light blue eyes. One thing that everyone would point out, usually women, are my eyes.

I don't look like I strangle Bears on a daily basis, but that doesn't mean I'm to weak to deal with wolves or something as weak as a Skeaver. I was a Nord with brownish blonde hair and I had a decent body. I stepped forward so everyone can get a good look at me. Hadvar: Wait, who are you? Prisoner, step forward Besides, not like he would be of any sort of importance to me if he lived. Especially since he won't face his death honorably. Personally, I didn't feel bad for the horse thief. None of us had said a word after Lokir had died. Imperial Captain: ANYONE ONE ELSE FEEL LIKE RUNNING!?

The arrow had pierced his back and he fell down instantly showing no signs of life. Lokir had then proceeded to start running away with his hands still bound in rope in a means to escape, but if was all for nothingĪn Imperial soldier drew his bow with an arrow and had shot Lokir. Ralof: It has been an honor serving you Jarl Ulfric. Hadvar: Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm Imperial Captain: Prisoners step foward when your name is called.

Skyrim my ancestors are smiling at me