The Bard said excitedly, "And thats how the story end."
The patrons of the bar cheered, and the bard grabbed something from his satchel, a small doll. The patrons stared in awe, as the bard pointed to the doll, "I have a story, of a young girl who followed her dreams, at dire cost though."
The Tavernkeep smiled, and an aged, red-haired, breton smiled. The bard began began casting his spell of illusion with the story telling...
Nekomi stared at her mother and sighed, "Mother, please, I want to join and fight off the treacherous scum called daedra."
"Nekomi, please, you're just a young girl," her mother reasoned.
"I am a young woman!"
"You are my daughter, and you will not fight the daedric army!"
An elderly imperial man shouted, "No, Nekomi, that would be a disgrace to our family, besides, you will marry a knight, you are my daughter and will not fight."
"I will fight, you'll see, I will show you all. I will not be some man's handmaiden," Nekomi screamed.
The man barked, "Go to your room, Nekomi..."
Nekomi stomped off with tears in her eyes, and the man said to the woman, "She has far too much of her father in her."
The woman replied, "Yes, she does, we can't keep her here forever."
"Yes we can, at least we can try."
"Perhaps, but she will most likely leave home for Cyrodiil, to join the legion."
"I pray you're wrong."
"I pray to the nine, the exact same thing.."