Sibylla fiddled with the hem of her robe as the old priest seated in front her laboriously read the scroll. The journey from Bravil to Kvatch had taken a lot longer than she had expected, although that was in part due to the days she had spent in the Imperial City. After several days on the road she longed to find an inn with a mug of ale and a warm bed. Yet she had been stuck in the Chapel of Akatosh for the last two hours as she waited for a service to end, persuaded an annoyed acolyte to allow her to meet the head priest and now waiting for the priest to read the message Mother Othrelas had instructed her to deliver.

After some minutes the priest raised his head and smiled thinly. [i]"Hmm.. This is most concerning."[/i] Sibylla snapped her head up to meet his stare, she had been beginning to doze off. She bowed her head as she spoke.
[i]"If that is all father, I should find an inn before it is too dark."[/i]
[i]"I have already offered you the hospitality of our walls child, but if you insist then yes you may leave."[/i]
She nodded and rose to her feet, pacing quickly towards the large wooden doors that opened on to the city's main square. This errand had taken far too long and she'd be lucky to find an inn with any leftover rooms this late. It might have been the better decision to stay at the chapel but she couldn't bear to stay in a church for another night. That period of her life was over now and she did not intend to revisit memories of it.

As she opened the door to step out into the street she was immediately hit by the smell of blood and smoke. In the distance she could see that the buildings nearest to the city gate were on fire and people were fleeing from that direction into the square. She grabbed the wrist of a woman fleeing past her and felt blood. [i]"Who is attacking?"[/i] The woman tried to snatch her arm free and continue to run, ignoring the question. Sybilla rolled her eyes and wove her free hand in a small motion, releasing a silver wisp of magic that entered the woman's chest. She felt a pang of guilt as the calming spell stopped the woman in her tracks. 

Now that the woman had turned to face her she could see the source of the bleeding, Something had cut a vicious gash into her shoulder and she had already lost a lot of blood. Sybilla placed before hands over the wound and shut her eyes, willing the wound to close. Her hands felt warm as magicka flowed through them and sealed the wound. [i]"Who is attacking?"[/i] She shook the woman gently by the shoulders,
[i]"D-d-daedra.."[/i] The woman mumbled her answer and turned to continue running as the calming spell drew to a close. Sybilla sighed, the woman had not been particularly helpful. There was no way Daedra could be attacking. A conjurer could not wield the power to attack an Imperial City a Daedric invasion was unheard of. The woman must have gone insane in her fear.

While every bone in her body screamed at her to run from the oncoming fires she knew that she should head towards the gate. There could be more injured people and she should help them. She wished she had time to string her bow, but it looked like whatever was attacking would get here far too quickly for that. The dagger tied at her waist would have to do.

Her feet clattered against the ground as she turned into a cobblestone street just in time to see a robed figure slicing the throat of something that looked a whole lot like a dremora. [i]By the nine..[/i] Through the mass of fleeing civilians she caught a glimpse of a guardsman's helmet. She raised a hand to wave as she shouted [i]"Guardsman! What is happening!?"[/i] and began to push her way through the crowd in order to reach him and two figures standing with him.