Datharsi had heard from a friend of a friend… that knows a mer that has heard that this other, apparently quite eccentric, mer of sorts was hiring- or looking for- a housekeeper. And it was somewhat close to Whiterun as well so she could visit Lohren, and make sure he ate properly when, or if, she had time off.
This day was like any other in Falkreath. It had only just stopped raining, though the grey sky threatened to begin the hail anew at any given moment, and the air carried a fresh but thick scent of wet grass and mud. There was also something other, something eerie, to the air that was unique to Falkreath Hold alone that the dunmer found rather fascinating but spooky at the same time- But maybe it was simply the knowledge of the great cemetery that aided to that feeling. She trekked off the road and began the search for her potential employers “tower”.
Arriving had been a bit tricky, mostly due to the terrain and a few near encounters with one of Skyrim’s many predators- like frostbite spiders, but finally standing in front of her destination had been worth all that trouble. Deciding that giving the door a few knocks before trying to enter was the more civilised approach she carefully gave the door a few light knocks and, realising that the owner might nor hear them, decided to add two more solid knocks before waiting for a response. Should she open the door perhaps? See if someone was inside?