 but still not coming close to the Altmer's. Only now did she realize she wore Thalmor armor. She could feel the rage build up inside of her, tightening her grip on her sword and shield. She ignored the sound of a man's scream followed by the opening and slamming of a door.
She lets out a scream of pain,"YOU PIECE OF FURRY SHIT!" Scrambling to get up, she instead thrashes violently at both the Altmer's and Khajiit's feet when she fails to get up. The Khajiit backs away from her, watching her thrash violently on the floor.
"I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU!" Grabbing the back of the arrow, her face tightens as she tries to yank it out of her foot. The sound of screaming is heard as the arrow shaft breaks away, leaving the head lodged in her foot. Despite the horrible pain in the lower half of her leg, she tosses the broken arrow at the Khajiit. Looking back down at her foot, she could see the puddle of blood forming from her oozing wound. Her left leg begins to tense up, leaving her immobile in front of the Altmer and Khajiit.
Turning his head around, time seemed to freeze at the sight of the female Nord standing above him, and an Altmer behind her. Shocked to hear the Altmer defend him, he pauses, unsure of what to do. The small Nordic woman backs off of him, facing the Altmer woman. Dar'Jargo could feel the Innkeeper squirm under him, trying to escape. 
"You... THALMOR BITCH" His attention quickly goes back to the Nord as she swings at the Elf. He now noticed that she bears the Thalmor armor also. Dar'Jargo's curiosity of why a Thalmor is here is short-lived when the Nord swings again, shouting something that he cannot make out. Unsheathing his bow, he grabs an arrow, nocking it. Quickly he draws his bow when the Nord raises her shield, aiming for her leg. He miss-aims, hitting the back of her heel instead.
Dar'Jargo smirks as she lands face-first onto the floor with a loud thump. Gargled by her pain, she screams at him. Darting back as she thrashes on the floor, he watches as she yells insults and death threats. He is taken by surprise when she grabs at the arrow and tries to pull it out. Looking back to the Thalmor in disbelief, his attention is soon put back on the nord as the crack of his arrow is heard. He flinches as the arrow's shaft hurls towards him.
He stares at her, holding her leg in pain, blood oozing from her stiffened leg. Strangely, he can feel only pity for her.
Eleywen helped up the Nord regretfully. Some part of her was expecting the woman to lash out again, another part of her was just hoping she would get up, give her a few coins, and leave. Neither of those things happened. Rather, the woman thanked her for the battle. Typical response? Definitely not. Though now that she thought about it, this was probably typical for a battle-worn Nord. They just loved to fight, didn't they?
The Elf narrowed her eyes in confusion, turning her head to look at the inn around her. No one was left. Half filled mugs rested on the tables, grilled food partly eaten abandoned on the plates. The crackling of the fire now seemed much louder, since the murmur of conversation amongst people was gone. The door was partially open, letting in the cold air. The pattering of the rain could be heard outside, though it had become a bit less heavy compared to earlier that day. Only the three of them were left. Someone probably ran out to fetch the guards, thinking that some huge battle between a mage, thief, and warrior was raging inside right now. She suddenly felt panicked. Would the guards report this problem to her superiors? Would her general hear about this? It took a few seconds for her to remember that she was not part of them anymore.
She shook her head slowly, focusing back into the current conversation. She snatched the five old coins from the woman, slipping them into her empty pouch around her waist. Her eyes wandered over to the Khajiit, wary of his reputation. If he had good aim, he probably had nimble fingers as well. What if he tried to take her gold, thinking she was just like any other High Elf? Rich and with more money than she knew what to do with. Eleywen brushed away the worry, trying not to focus on it too much. If that cat did try anything, she'd fry his fur.
He seemed to be looking at her though. Eleywen raised an eyebrow, watching as his gaze shifted to the Nord next to her. What was he thinking? Why was he looking at them like that? She parted her lips, about to inquire, however the parade of heavy footsteps interrupted her speech. The Innkeeper had finally turned, and with a barrage of guards alongside him.
"Everyone, out of my Inn! Now! Or I'll have them force you out!" He shouted to them all. The few guards around him had their hands by their weapons. Eleywen tensed, about to defend herself, yet the cat stepped forward. He walked towards the door nonchalantly, as if nothing was bothering him, and asked for them to follow. Eleywen bit her lower lip with nervousness, remembering the armor she was still wearing. She pulled her hood up suddenly, casting a shadow over her face, and followed the Khajiit quickly, checking over her shoulder to see if the Nord was following.
Once outside, she wandered towards the edge of the balcony, leaning by the railing. Her hands overtop of it, she looked around at the few people passing by. The Altmer looked behind her at the Khajiit, then turned again, watching the rain fall ahead.
"So, what do you want cat?" She asked, her voice having a sour tone to it. Usually, she wouldn't stand for this type of stuff. She'd claim self defense to the guards, and have both the cat and the Nord charged, perhaps even arrested. However, she was curious about what this animal had to say to both of them. He was planning something, she could tell by the glint in his eyes.
Alice walked to the archway of Riverwood, with a two bags slung over her shoulders, one was bloody, her armour was fur, her steel dagger only poking out from her belt of leather and her hunting bow and steel arrows on her back underneath the bags. Her hair chocolaty brown as well as her eyes, but her eyes also had a caramel swirl of colour in them too, but her hair was long, shoulder length with braids and feathers decorating her hair nicely.
She'd walk to the Sleeping Inn door noting a Altmer, Nord and khajiit talking to one another, a odd site even for her. 
Orgnar looked to the counter, it was red stained from the many visits from Alice, this was how she gained coin, hunting. He'd smile to her as he finished cleaning a mug, hanging it on a hook at the back of the bar next to dried herbs then went to the bloody part of the counter to check the meat. ''These are good, this one here is big too, no tearing either. Thanks.'' He'd say as he finished checking the meat for quality and cleaning his bloody hands then he'd pass the pouch of coin to Alice with a warm smile, she was liked in Riverwood afterall she was one how gathered the meat and herbs needed for medicine and food and besides she was a helpful Bosmer, just like Faendal.
Alice would start walking to the door and wave to Orgnar and the others would wave to her saying their own goodbyes to her. As she exited the Inn and closed the door she sighed, pulling her fur hood up to hide her obvious youthful complexion and she'd look back at the three still talking for a moment before walking across the bridge towards Bleak Falls Barrow, her bow out for safety, she knew bandits liked these snow capped areas.
Two other bandits came to her and laughed, they drew their weapons of choice but before they knew it or at least the bandit with their boot on her throat she unsheathed her steel dagger and stabbed it in the side of his ankle to which he fell and screamed at her in pain. ''You pointed eared bitch!'' She'd then roll to him and stab him in the neck then as she backed away from the body she got shot by a arrow in the side of her stomach and groaned in pain as she without pause shot the bandit archer in the chest.
In pain she'd breath heavy as she was about to pull the arrow from her stomach the last bandit at the entrance of Bleak Falls Barrow struck her with a sword to which she blocked by putting her bow in front of her and he'd press her without struggle to final push her to the ground, snapping the wooden part of the arrow leaving the head in the side of her stomach which made her wince in pain.  He'd cackle before going wide eyed as she stabbed him in the chest with her dagger and pushed him to the side of her, holding her side breathing heavily as she forced herself up. ''You forgot I had a dagger..'' She'd then start looting coin, arrows, crafting materials of the corpses then