Athraden swore, the Solitude guards just made it too easy. With the civil war having been over for three decades, and they all having learned how to properly fight a dragon, they had become blind to the more subtle threats of their city. They kept their eyes either to the clouds or to the market, shifting between the two regularly, allowing for the more agile of creatures to make their way through the city overhead.
In the years past, when the Stormcloaks would regularly send scouts, spies, or assassins to lie in wait, the rooftops were guarded with a strict gaze. How, however, the guards on the wall saw the assignment as a gift, generally using it to slack off or drink while on duty, leaving the top of the city a giant blind spot, one which the Bosmer took full advantage of.
He couldn’t do it year round, having learned this lesson the hard way on a particularly icy winter evening a decade or so back. He found his shoulder aching at the memory alone. However, on summer evenings,