This is gorgeous. I love the Khajiiti tradespeople; so philosophically poetic in the random things they say (M'aiq the Liar). Peaceful and friendly, it paints me sad whenever I happen across an upturned and ravaged wagon, or corpses on the side of the road. Makes bandit-ridding all the more meaningful. 'Cause, you know, blood and silver can only make the world go round so many times. The way you paint in soft strokes and gentle blends gives this a real peaceful quality, yet the two dominant subjects (sentries) remind me of the perilous nature of their profession. It's a mixing of emotions, not something that's easily achieved and I really admire that. Thanks for sharing!