<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Nord-Iljana-small.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Iljana Horviksdotter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Reach, Just outside of Markarth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Dark<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aelfgar, Drake, Moric<br/><br/>Iljana looks around at the landscape now shadowed in darkness.  The biting cold settling more and more through clothing even for those used to it.  She wonders if the elven woman has gotten used to it yet.  She assumes that elven lands are more temperate though she imagines that they probably experience all sorts of weather patterns too.  The snow is beautiful even in its cruelty.  Though Iljana's imagination often wanders to thoughts of warm places, she would miss the harsh but beautiful land that she only knows.<br/><br/>Agreeing with Aelfgar's opinion regarding warm fire and ale, Iljana begins to trek through the snow towards the city of Markarth.  The snowfall at this point is just large flakes sprinkling around them rather than the heavy curtain it was before.  Breath frosting in the crisp air and muted sounds of the night join the group as they make their way towards comfort.<br/><br/><strong>I have a modest but warm home where you can find respite.  I could prepare a meal and offer drink to you all if you'd be my guests?  The beds are simple yet comfortable.  All I ask for in return is your company.  You may stay as long as you need.</strong>Iljana continues to lead the way as she allows each to either take her up on her offer or go on their separate ways.<br/>