The Sleeping Giant Inn was a lot busier than Casfina thought it would be for such a small village. It couldn't rival The Winking Skeever even on one of its slower nights, but it was enough. More people around make it more likely to be overlooked, and keep one's cover intact. Though she could have done without her sort-of partner in crime, Sven, who hadn't shut up since she arrived, and only had his attention slightly diverted to playing various instruments. From babbling about her fake backstory, to coming up with battle stratedgies for when the Dragonborn showed, she knew for a fact that he hadn't been a paying client that the Dark Brotherhood desperately needed, she would have sunk her dagger into his head hilt-deep, witnesses or no. As it was, she concerned herself with playing the notes to the bawdy song 'My Thing is My Own' on her borrowed lute, attempting to drown out Sven's inccessant chatter. She was about halfway through the song when her companion stopped talking mid-sentence and nudged her leg with his foot. She briefly turned her gaze to see a tall man with black hair in heavey armor, then turned her attention back to the song.<br/><br/>She did not pause from the song as he had words with the inkeeper Sven had said was Delphine, nor when they went into a room and shut the door. She finished the song, and received a round of applause. She came to the Sleeping Giant because she knew it was a place he frequented and planned to kill him on the road when he left, so there was no need to eavesdrop on his conversation. It would be moot soon anyway. But something had nagged at her ever since she first got the contract, and that same something is what cause her to whisper to Sven, "Cause a distraction."<br/><br/>He nodded, then stood in the center of the room and began a rendition of Ragnar the Red. Everyone in the place gathered around, clapping their hands and cheering, too drunk to care that they'd heard it a thousand times before. She leaned the lute aganinst the wall and stood in front of the closed door, and noticed that there were no shadows coming from under the door. She gently and quietly opened the door to have a peek inside, and to have a bare room stare back at her. Even more curious now, she quickly slipped inside and shut the door, the barkeep in the corner sleeping noticing none of this. She inspected the empty room, but found nothing until she got close to the wardrobe. She heard voices coming from the wall, faint bit intelligible.<br/><br/>She didn't like what she heard at all. Dragons coming back from the dead, and the Dragonborn being the only one that can permanently kill them. She suddenly wanted to kill all of the clients who wanted him dead. How could she kill someone who was possibly the one person who stood between the dragons and the complete destructrion of Tamriel? She didn't have long to ponder as she soon heard footsteps coming from the direction of the wardrobe. She quickly retreated from the room and shut the door so no one could tell she had been inside. She sat down at a table next to Sven, who had finished his song, and waited for the Dragonborn to leave.<br/><br/>When she felt enough time had passed since he left the inn, she followed him outside. The cold Skyrim air seeped through her thin cloth shirt and breeches that were practical in a fight, but flattering enough for a bard. She didn't shiver, though. She was too used to the Skyrim air for that. She quietly trailed behind him in the dark, careful not to make a sound. When he got a fair distance away from the village, and abruptly came out of the shadows and came face to face with him and looked him dead in the eye with her most serious face.<br/><br/>"I heard that you are the Dragonborn. You kill dragons, I want dragons dead. I can help you."