Kyle
*There was a small Stormcloak camp set up near the Weynon stones. The Commanding officer was Dasil Winterbourne. They had word of an Aldmeri dominion noble being escorted by a group of imperials. They were merely waiting for them to come through. There were 3 large tents and a smaller officers tent. There were around 12 soldiers total, though they really would've needed just Dasil. She was in the tent, overlooking the record given by the Source, a Thalmor agent.*
Melody
Shorfrid tended to the stew stirring it in the large kettle with a steel ladle. The wind in the Pale was chilling. Yet the fire and her fur cloak kept the chill at bay, not that she wasn't used to it's temperature. She looked over to the Captain intently.

"Any word?" She asked eagerly. "Waiting is the worst part."
Kyle
*She turned. Shorfrid would've never seen her before. She was 6'1, muscular, and clad in very imperial looking armor. The Red Diamond, a symbol of the Empire, was on her chest. Odd.*

"No, not yet. The Agent said it would be today... In the afternoon. But I wouldn't trust anything a Thalmor agent would say. Galmar was just hasty, I would say."

*Criticism of the Leadership was also uncommon. But clearly this officer was trusted. Quite trusted. There were clues to her heritage as well. Her ears were... Odd looking, and on the table atop the papers was an Amulet of the Tribunal Crest.*
Melody
Shorfrid never understood any if the motifs and details of the new commander, they weren't nord symbols for sure. The sight of the substantial woman was curious to say the least.

Shirfrid, herself, a smidge taller perhaps. Stocky as well, and her physique showed she was committed to her own excellence in combat. She picked at the tunic of the leather and mail imperial armor she wore. She looked uncomfortable in it.

"I wouldn't know, but I'd rather be early than late, aye?" She looked back at the stew and thought to give it another minute.

 "Whats the plan for the noble? Kill or capture?" She apparently hadn't retained all the details, if the troops had been briefed prior.
Kyle
*She looked her in the eyes. There was something about her armor that felt... Holy.*

"It was up to my discretion. Capture the Noble, kill all the others."

*She looked her up and down.*

"So why'd Galmar give you a test? You seem competent enough to me."

*She had a simple record of every soldier assigned to her.*

"I just don't understand why they'd be coming through Stormcloak territory. Arrogance, maybe."
Melody
Shorfrid was definitely not qualified to interpret or imagine the words to describe the power of the woman before her. She was taken back by the presence and stare.

"I didn't ask questions, I just showed up. Got tasked, followed the directions. You saying others didnt have wander out onto the ice sheets or whatever?" She wanted to be mad if that was the case, but she held back most it; besides a bit more volume and speed in her speach.

"Who can know what goes on in an elf's head. At least them Aldemarry dominion types are so pompius they think they already rule all of mundus. The horse piss of a man probably thinks no one would dare." Her voice mocked the absurdity of it, in a war, that noone would dare.
Kyle
"Most of the less experienced recruits do. I don't know much about your past, but physically you look strong enough."

*She reached for a bottle. It was one of those dunmer bottles, with those dunmer drinks in it. She took a sip.*

"If only everything didnt freeze out here... I'm curious about you though, where are you from?"
Melody
Shorfrid wanted to be angry, her recollection of the test had nearly killed her. But the conversation moved on much more comfortable topics.

"Dawnstar, my pa works at the iron mine. Got my name for doin work, as i did, in that mine too. Iron-Breaker." She smiled proundly. "Small place, not much to the town but mines, and id say barely a dock for ships outta north passages."

She looked back at the stew approvingly. 

"What about you, sir?" She inquired before clanking the ladle loudly against the cauldron.

"Aye boys, stews up!" To the others in the camp. She ladled out two bowls and passed one towards Dasil. It was venison potatos, and herbs; a thymey acidic smell to it amidst the heavy scent of meat.
Kyle
*She smiled at the stew, but was indifferent about the story. A lot of village kids threw their life away on this cause. She walked more towards the Pot and sat on one of the logs arranged around it before looking at Shorfrid.*

"I was born on Solstheim. My father was a Dunmer, he fought in the Great War, my mother, a Skaal. I left there to join the Vigil of Stendarr, but i quit that. The wheel keeps turning, balance will be kept whether you fight evil or not. I joined the Stormcloaks to fight the Dominion."
Melody
Shorfrid was a ready warrior, an able one, but she had long lost the eagerness to fight a war, no matter what the threat was, eager would never be her call to fight. Only duty. Evident by her readyness to do any menial task around camp thus far.

"Solthseim huh? And vigilant? So yer one of those dark elves that *Dont* Pray to Azera? Or none of those other ones?" She asked in the poor pronunciation of her backwater ignorance. She paused to sip a mouthfull of the hit stew. "I forget you elves, half elves maybe still live long enough to live a couple lives separately huh? Vigilant, stormcloak, what next?" She chuckled out in jest.
Kyle
"I still hold the Living Gods in regard as saints. My name comes from one of them... The "Sil" Anyway. But neither of my parents worshipped the Nine. And I worship the Nordic pantheon, Shor particularly."

*She was going on too long about religion and gods and the theories regarding them.*

"She-hmph, no. Divine Crusader, Champion of Man. This armor is the armor of Pelinal Whitestrake, the one who helped found the Empire, killed most of the Ayleids."

*She stopped herself from saying Shezarrine. Lest she be smothered by moths...*
Melody
Shorfrid smiled at the mention of Shor.

"Yeah, es' my name sake if ya ain't noticed." She smiled proudly to that fact.

The shield-maiden slurped down another mouthful of stew chewing a bite of the venison before continuing.

"You sure you aint been had by some Cyrodill swindler? You really mean to tell me you believe that armor is from the first era? From the revolt? From the corpse of the imperial's first and greatest warrior? Looks war ready and all, but come on! Itd be like ten thousan' years old." She couldn't help but snicker at the thought of it. She swigged more stew to cover her sceptic smile with the bowl.
Kyle
*She handed her the mace. It looked ordinary, but felt divine. Perfectly balanced, but as though it could strike down with the might of the 8 who made it. Even to the touch... It felt different. It was no enchantment made by mortals.*

"If it was fake, I'd be dead. Ive killed enough thalmor with it. It's real."

*She ate her stew. It was good. Better than most.*

"It's not a symbol of the Empire. Its a symbol of *Man*."
Melody
Shorfrid cocked a brow at the commander like she was crazy.

"Crafted by the gods themselves too?" She laughed a bit more openly this time. But she accepted the strange mace, whatever it was. It was unique, again, shes not the person to appraise authenticity of claimed artifacts in the least bit. She hands it back not really knowing what it was at all.

"That brings up a conundrum though doesn't it. The anti-elf zeal of wulfurth's soul then. You being half elf. Not even from proper Skyrim, why fight for Ulfric? You and I both have seen what he abides about of dark elves." She paused a moment to try and better explain her querry. "Not trying to start a contoversy with you, just... Im curious is all."

Shorfrid went for another sip as she listened.
Kyle
"I don't approve of how he treats the Dunmer. Not at all. But when we win, when we gain independence, I will be on the first ship to Alinor, and I will crush every Altmer skull I see."

*There was a scout returning in the distance. Not going too quickly. Might take a bit.*

"I fight for the freedom of Men against the tyranny of the Altmer. Not Ulfric, nor skyrim. I wont join a Dying empire based on principles, because my father fought for them, and was betrayed by them."