Come up with a plan

"Enough of this," Aria yelled at no one, "Wallowing in self-pity is beneath me." The Altmer triumphantly stood up. "All I have to do is find a way to contact my family, then father can sort out this situation. If the empire won't help me then I just have to get into contact with the rebels. That Nord Ralof is the key he seems to know the rebel leader; Ulfic was it? A person like that might know how I can get a letter back to the Isles." Now that Aria had a plan, she knew exactly what to do Aria had to go to Riverwood and order that Nord to take her to his leader.

However, before Aria started walking to Riverwood, she looked at herself. The rags she was wearing were filthy and made of a rough material that irritated her perfectly smooth skin. On top of that it was covered in holes leaving a decent percent of her flesh visible. Even if she was just going to an unimportant nordic village it was unbecoming of a noble Altmer like her to be seen in such filth.

"Eeh, it would probably be more dignified if I walked into town naked," Aria said to herself before quickly tossing that thought out of her head. While it would be better, she couldn't stand the idea of Nords leering at her perfect body. Generations of good breeding and physical exercise is what gave the Altmer their divine figures and that hard work had not been done so some slightly less hairy Imga to wolf whistle at.

So, Aria walked down the stone road trying to think of a way to improve her wardrobe when she heard something.