Some call me a pyromaniac...
Ardes Etuuel
Ardes had explained to the guards many times that his slightly violent act of setting the Bannered Mare on fire was one of self-defence, as many times he had been threatened by the patrons, merely because he was a mage! Though, the large amount of Honningbrew Mead he had consumed may have had an affect on his actions. Although he had already spent a week or so in the Dragonsreach Dungeons, he continued to practice his magic, provoking the guards as he did so, relighting the torches whenever they put them out for sleep, moving around the guard's things when they weren't looking, and just being an overall nuisance.
Eventually though, after his colleague Farengar appealed to the Jarl, Ardes was released, but forbidden to use magic inside the walls of Whiterun, he took this as reasoning to just leave, he had only been there to rest for a while, Ardes was not an average mage, although he did wear the robes and hood of a student at the college, he wore strong steel gauntlets and boots, which created loud thuds on the ground with every step as he left the town and wandered past the stables.
Stopping for a moment, he took a deep breath of fresh air and looked around, the one problem with his leaving Whiterun, was he had no plans and no indication of where he should go next, he could go to Solitude, but he thought there were too many Altmer... Ardes
despised Altmer, and if one happened to annoy him, it would go home with its pointy ears badly burned... So Ardes just stopped and sat by the road for a while, just thinking of where he would go next, and what he would do.
...I like to think of it as fire-enthusiast.