Nancy
Calina's wagon pulled in with a handful of guards in the back. They were Stormcloak sympathizers. Not that Calina had any problem with them, with the war and how Whiterun for now has remained neutral; even her men argued on whose side Balgruuf should pick. Calina had simple orders to give some men up in exchange for some of the men who wanted out. She had hoped this wasn't a stormcloak ploy to stick a dagger into Balgruuf's throat otherwise she is heading to Windhelm herself to kill Ufflric with her bare hands, not that she would make it far but to have a chance to kill the man would make her feel better.

The wagon pulled into the town as she would do a head count and start to finish up the paperwork on a clipboard. Falkreath was a beautiful place to visit. Much better than the stinky piss smell Riften that her men complained about after their recent transfer.
Pamela
*A number of guards began to approach the wagon, now dressed in more common clothes having left their armor elsewhere. A mix of men and women, mostly Nords but with a couple others as well, including a Bosmer. The serene sounds of Falkreath were once again broken up by footsteps behind them, and they stood aside as someone else arrived. Krowviir would likely recognize him immediately.*
Geraldine
*A fairly tall Nord, dressed in a rugged noble robe adorned with a wolfskin cloak and carrying a carved wooden staff that clinked against the stone path beneath him. The head of the staff was made of blackened metal, etched and shaped to resemble a dragon's visage, and an ornate longsword hung from his hip. As for the man himself, he wore a golden circlet on his head, his hair a shade of light blonde that was tied back into a ponytail, and his face adorned likewise with a long braided beard. This was Kolgarth, Jarl of Falkreath, and he spoke with a strong, learned voice.*

"I see you and the guard have arrived in good health, Captain Krowviir. It is good to see you in person. My guard have already made their preparations for the transfer prior to your arrival."
Nancy
Calina looked over at the young and balled fist before pounding it once against her chest and giving a slight bow.

"Roads were safe for the most part, whether held up too. Lucky, heard it's pretty rainy around this time" She gave a small laugh.

She turned to the guards who were gathering their belongings and items as they were preparing to depart from the wagon.

"How have you fared my Jarl, I don't keep up with other holds with Whiterun on my mind and all." She asked as she waited for the transfers to gather their things.
Geraldine
"Your commitment to your home and kin is only understandable. In spite of the troubles of war, Falkreath and I have fared well. I suppose the lack of action in my lands has driven these fine soldiers to boredom, and now they seek excitement on the front lines of the war. Whatever it is they seek in Whiterun, whether honor or glory or thrills, may Orkey watch over them."

*He rose his staff a bit as a symbolic gesture, and the guards returned in kind with nods and raised fists. And with that, the Jarl smiled.*

"How has Whiterun fared with the war? I understand that Jarl Balgruuf is still hesitant to pledge his sword to Tullius or to Ulfric."
Nancy
She sighed.

"The people want Balgruuf to pick a side, but he knows it's gonna split the people. People want us to be true Nords and side with the Stormcloaks, others want to keep the strong trade with the Imperials. Some say we owe our safety to the Empire, others say Balgruuf is a Thalmor boot lover, some call him a traitor to the Empire. It's all just... I don't care for the war. All it has done is tore people apart, turn brothers and sisters against each other. I guess what I can say, is I hope he makes the right choice in the end. My allegiance is not with the Stormcloaks nor the Empire. It's with Whiterun."She told him, giving her honest view on the war and Balgruuf in general.
Geraldine
"In truth, I don't want the war either. Nobody who fights benefits from war. It only causes damage, tremendous damage to everyone involved and not involved. Between you and I, it was not for Talos that I swore to Ulfric's cause. It was to ensure that our traditions aren't forgotten, and that we need not answer to unfit rulers, such as Titus Mede II. I was not in the Great War, but I know of the Emperor's concession, and of the efforts he wasted. I know a few in Falkreath who feel betrayed by their kin, and I've heard much of the feuds between Clan Battle-Born and Clan Gray-Mane. Sworn brothers turned to bitter enemies. And I believe that only by becoming independent of the Empire can the violence be stopped, so our kinsmen need not throw away what they cherish anymore. Not even Ulfric's cause is a perfect one."

*With the voice he used, it was clear that Jarl Kolgarth was also sincere in his beliefs.*

"Ah, but I have gotten far ahead of myself. I am glad that for the time being, Falkreath has been able to live with some degree of peace, and that Whiterun fares well for now. This town's history can speak of today's troubles more than one may realize. I'm sure you know of the vast graveyard that Falkreath is famed for."
Nancy
"Aye. You're people have gave a lot for Skyrim, spilled plenty of blood to keep these lands safe. " She nodded, her head turned towards the direction of the graveyard.

"Whiterun has been going better ever since I took over. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the last captain of a joke. His patrol routes were flawed, his guards were lazy and did not keep in shape, and I been doing some deep digging... Apparently he took plenty of bribes. I had to rework everything, while at first the men hated it. Overtime the streets are clean, a lot less homeless, and crime has dropped pretty low. Our jail is mostly empty which is good. Criminals think twice before trying to pull something crazy, only thing that we have to deal with is drunken brawls or the Battleborns or Graymanes start trouble." She explained how Whiterun was going, not trying to sound boastful but more of how proud she had changed it for the better.
Geraldine
"Perhaps my guard will not find it so exciting after all. Ah, but regardless, I'm sure a change of pace and scenery shall do them well. I trust you will treat them with great respect, and they in turn to you. It was actually Akkar who suggested the transfer, a rather sensible and understanding man he is. Quite well versed in the affairs of the people, and a view different to my own. I am very fortunate to have him as a friend."
Nancy
"I'll go a bit easy on them, they always hate it at first but will grow to like being held with more to do. Guards seem to adjust rather quickly on how I run things." She smiled.

She then listened explained to his friend whom he had great respect for, but did not know who he was.

"Who?" She asked, tilting her head.
Geraldine
"Akkar Noxilius. A Redguard whose family I've known for some now. He's young, but quick to learn, and he carries much of his grandfather's wisdom. Unfortunately, they have been in mourning for a while, and I sympathize for Akkar. His grandfather and the family patriarch, Andral Noxilius, perished to disease. Perhaps you know him, perhaps not. He was a Legionnaire for many, many years, fought in the Great War as well. His loss struck us all here, regardless of his allegiances long ago. I do not blame him for what he couldn't control- in truth he resented his Emperor."