Felix Caelus

"How does it feel?" Felix asks over his shoulder, as they pass beneath the shadow of Whiterun's first gatehouse and the gaze of her defenders.

The road winds upward in a long, fortified ramp obviously designed for defence. Enemy troops who make it this far are at the mercy of archers from all sides. Even the smattering of guards out now could hold the gates long enough to summon reinforcements. Felix rather approves of that - of course, he also appreciates that there's a lot more shelter from the wind in here. Some of the sentries lean over to inspect the incoming pair; a few muffled chuckles issue from under helms, but nobody stops them.