Something strange had overcome everybody in every city that she came across. The scent of dark magicka lingered upon everybody, causing bumps to rise to her skin. It was something nefarious, something that she hadn't come across yet. Jentina lay in bed, next to an Altmer she had met a few days ago. He was handsome, and a smooth talker; Jentina could see through the womanizer, however, and took it upon herself to wake up in the early morning hours. Her feet swept silently over the wooden floorboards, her hands falling upon the windowsill, the open glass ushering in a cool morning breeze that swept across her bare chest, and through her raven locks. She let off a soft sigh, and turned to look upon the Altmer man once more. "I would leave a note," She spoke to herself, her soft accent (sounding british, in modern society) rolling off of her tongue. "but I forgot his name." her voice was ever so delicate and quiet.

Her hand rose, moving her dark waves behind her ear ? her manicured fingers grasped her dress from the floor, moving it under her legs and pulling it up and over her lithe frame. With just a thought, the lace on the back of her corset was tied together by an invisible force; the straps on her shoulders were tightened just right. The active powers she had allowed such things to happen, the laws of mortal men were broken by her. Grasping the fabric that pulled her briasts together, Jentina gently tugged it up to at least cover some of the cleavage she bore, but to no avail.

Her head tilted back to the man she had spent the night with. She had heard around town that he killed many women, but he was never persecuted because he was a friend of the head of the imperial legion. A smirk rose to her crimson lips, and her hand rose up beside her, speaking a silent incantation to herself. Her four fingers fell onto her lips, her lips letting off the sound of a kiss. Her palm flat out before her, Jentina blew a kiss to the Altmer man, causing a line of flames to dance from her fingertips. The flames caught onto everything they possibly could, even the covers that he lay under. Jen turned on a heel and walked out of the room, the cries of the man sounding behind her.

Her heels clicked as she walked down the stone steps, those screams dying out behind her as she descended every step. When she came upon the door, the wood was being pounded on by the Guards; he must have had some security team watching his house at all times or something of the like, because she had JUST started the fire a minute ago. She bit her bottom lip, and quickly spun around and headed towards the basemant door, where she found another door that led her towards the gardens in the back of the Altmer's house. While down in the basemant, her eye caught onto small jugs of oil. "The perfect timing.." She grinned lightly, her hand letting out another fireball. She made sure she ranged herself from the jugs so she could have enough time to escape; and that, she did marvelously. By the time the fireball struck the oil, Jentina was out in the gardens making her escape.

The whole structure had caught ablaze now, and justice had been served. Her hips swayed to their own beat as she walked down the back alleyway, the roof letting off a large explosion of flames overhead. That smirk never leaving her features, she walked out of the Imperial City and was off via horseback to Skingrad ? why was she going there? She had no clue. Something was drawing her there, telling her that it was the place to be, and Jentina's instincts were never wrong. By the next night, Jentina had arrived at the main gates of Skingrad. Her hands clutched her arms, her body fighting off a never ending chill that the night gave off. She walked down the lonely pavements of the city, and she finally came upon an Inn that she didn't remember being there last time. A curved eyebrow was raised, and her hand pushed the large, wooden door open. The heat from the fireplace warmed up her body, and made the atmosphere more comfortable for her.

A man approached her, flashing a newspaper in her face. "The Black Horse Courier?" She said to herself, the man going off about the hot news. "Yes, Lady Jentina..Have you not heard about the fire that killed 6 people in the Imperial City? Crazy! They said that oil had caught on fire while the man was sleeping." Jen's eyes widened. "Six people!?..and how do you know my name?" But by the time she got around to asking her second question, the man turned and walked off to go sell more copies. She sighed heavily, and looked around her; she didn't mean to kill six people. She only wanted that murderer to get what he deserved, after Jentina got what she deserved, and she didn't mean a trial by fire. Jen stretched her body along the long leather sofa, her head resting upon her hand. She closed her eyes, trying to escape for a little while..