<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dragon's Reach<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar<br/><br/>Nalie's sigh reached the ear of her driver who'd spent the better part of the trip looking around warily.<strong>"Tis everything all right Mi'Lady?"</strong>He cast a paranoid glance over his shoulder and she gave a nod.<strong>"Yes, everything if fine. Though I must ask, what cause have you to seem at unease? Are we not nearly there?"</strong>she asked, and the man gave a nervous cough.<strong>"You mean to tell me that no one has warned you of what's out here Mi'Lady?"</strong><br/><br/>She gave a soft nod as he slowed for but a moment and pointed out in the general area of White Run. Narrowing her gaze, Nalie could see the makings of a Giant camp, a herd not far off.<strong>"Giants? Why would you be worried about them. Unless you bother their camp or herd we'll be fine."</strong>Humans. So easily frightened by anything different than them. The smoke from the camp was billowing, the bonfire roaring. But not giants in sight.<br/><br/><strong>"You speak truth Mi'Lady, but as of late, they have been striking out. Any one who even catches their sights are quickly dismembered and any goods they are carrying are strewn about as a warning..."</strong>This caught Nalie's attention more.She had never known a giant to act in any aggressive way unless someone were to encroach on their territory.<br/><br/><strong>"We do not have anything to worry about. No doubt guards making up tales to excuse..."</strong>her words were cut short however as they passed a large boulder. Before they knew what hit them, the cart was flipped and Nalie tried her best to roll. The horse was broken free from the cart, but its reigns trapped for a moment. The giants rank breath and body odor rolled over them, the creature obviously having been down wind of the two.<em>Since when can they think in such a way?"</em>she thought, never had she heard of a Giant setting an ambush. Yet here one was.<br/><br/>Her driver squealed as the Giant ripped him in half and tossed the two halves off to the side. Rolling out of the way Nalie managed to scramble to her feet and began to cast, a large ball of fire flying towards the Giant's eyes. There wasn't any way for her to defeat him. But if she could get to the horse. Running around the stomping feet as he grabbed and clawed at the magical fire in his eyes. Nalie pulled and tugged at the reigns of the horse, trying to pull it free.<br/><br/>The growl startled her as the horse struggled to free itself. Looking back, the Giant was staring down at her burns blistering some around his eyes from Nalie's spell. Pulling herself up quickly Nalie pointed her staff down and muttered yet another spell, a wolf appearing at the feet of the horse. His teeth snapped at the feet of the giant, distracting it while she freed the reign from the horse and she rode off, blood trickling from her forehead where she hit the ground.<br/><br/>The giant growling behind her, giving chase as it squashed her conjured animal. Pushing the horse faster, she chanced a glance back and could see him stomping towards her. Gripping her staff she felt the energies stirring and the power of her staff was released, a wall of lightning surrounding the giant. Not looking back she trusted herself to a few minutes before it came for her again.<br/><br/>This was indeed troubling. Even as she was sure her spell was cancelled, the giant never came after her. But by now she was upon Whiterun. The horse was frothing at the mouth, and guards looked upon Nalie with curiosity and wariness.<strong>"State your business Elf!"</strong>one growled though the flick of Nalie's black gaze towards him had him cowering behind another. Slipping off of the horse she pet the beast.<strong>"Sorry to have pushed you. You deserve much rest."</strong><br/><br/>Looking back to the men, a frown upon her lips she raised up to her full height.<strong>"I've come to speak with Jarl Frothar upon invitation. Please give this beast some well needed rest, food and water in the stables. I am able to walk from here."</strong>she said taking out a strip of cloth to pat the blood from her head. Her dark gaze as the men gave her room to leave she only then felt the pain of a light wound on her leg. It wasn't bleeding much, though no doubt it like the one on her head was a wound she took from the fall. She would care for it later.<br/><br/>Entering the city she couldn't help but think of when she was last here all those years ago. Even the Bannered Mare seemed as lively as always. Perhaps she would stop for a drink later, though she didn't often enjoy such things. For now she had some words for the Jarl. His lack of a warning for one. Making her way to Dragon's Reach just as the guards marched past her, speaking of trouble in the Bannered Mare. Nalie kept her focus and entered, waiting only a moment before approaching the Jarl's seat.