<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, The Kitteh, The Half-Breed, Imperial Swordswoman<br/><br/>The look on Nalie's face was clear agitation as the Jarl ordered her to her seat. She'd left a conversation with another scholar for this? Turning on her heel she moved over and sat across from the agitated Battleborn. Her eyes roamed over him as he shot a glare her way, before she turned her attention to the conversation at hand. She was to hear a plea over a bar brawl. Looking up at Lethander she raised an eyebrow but the man only flashed her a smirk before his face became stony once more.<br/><br/>As one of the servants filled her glass she reached out, keeping her silence even as the Khajiit made his request to speak, and the Imperial spoke her peace of the situation. Her eyes went to the red-faced man across from her and she gave him an amused smile.<em>"Looks like I am not the only one whose been 'inconvenienced' by you Frothar."</em>She thought idly bringing her drink to her lips as the woman eyed her. Looking at her with a hint of boredom in her eye, she wondered whether she was reading the look on her face correctly. Her eyes remained locked with the womans, the dark orbs reflecting the light of the candle before she broke it momentarily to look to the Jarl and he scrolls at hand.<br/><br/>Knowing this moment would best call for silence she sighed and let her eyes moved back to the Jarl.<strong>"I wouldn't be so concerned about my precense, I am simply here at the behest of the Jarl."</strong>she said calmly, her gaze shifting over the scrolls in the Jarl's lap. Curiosity. Only way to explain the look she was giving the Jarl a raised eyebrow aimed at him. She'd been giving that look before. By those who'd met a Thalmor. She held it at times for her own, wondering if they were sent by her mother, to ruin her life's work. Which was to ruin her mother's life work. Her lips remained still though from this point, waiting for the Jarl's response to all that had been asked and directed to him.<br/><br/><br/><br/>