<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Outside the Bannered Mare</span></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outisde Bannered Mare; On route to The Cloud District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ru'Ashka<br/><strong>Tme:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><br/>Lethander didn't seem like one to dally around with pleasantries, but his serious features seemed to soften a tad when she began to ask about the giants. It was unclear if it was due to her want to help, or perhaps simply the reasons behind why she may have. Around them people were watching, women pulling their children back into their houses as the large escort continued it's determined path.<strong>"There's no need fer forgiveness."</strong>Lethander started, his demeanor seeming to change a tad as his eyes glanced forward.<strong>"Am I to assume yer a mercenary, then? Lass, we've too many 'round here. None seem to be interested in helping."</strong>He spoke as they crossed the threshold of the markets, climbing the stairs up to the bustling cloud district.<br/><br/>Jorrvaskr and Dragon's Reach still dominated the scenery, but among the new sights was a few more expensive shops. An added inn as well, though it seemed like something a man in fancy furs would prefer.<strong>"If yer one that's interested; then maybe we can talk. We don't know why their doing it. We do know that their nt doing it on their own."</strong>Lethander answered her question finally. His facial expression was back to the serious stone that seemed typical for him. Indeed, it was even part of his reputation. The stone faced Captain that was unwavering in his duties to the Jarl. No, not just the Jarl; if the stories spoke true, all of Skyrim. Thye were mid way through the cloud district by this point, however, and up here it seemed the lass in black armor was garnering even more strange looks.<br/><br/><strong>"The Jarl believes the Giants are being called to. Beckoned by some energy, I guess. He said he sensed it; darker then obsidian, and callin' with a voice of death."</strong>Lethander didn't speak on it further then that. It seemed the Captain might think he'd already said too much, but maybe he found it worth the trouble? He glanced her way then, looking at her for the first time in a while.<strong>"To the point, though; yer words will be important to the Jarl. He'll need to know what happened from someone who saw it."</strong>With those words they were climbing the stairs to The Dragon's Reach, though.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dragon's Reach</span></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dragon's Reach's Grand Hall<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning; approaching afternoon.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nalie; Possibly Ru'Ashka<br/><br/>The Jarl seemed unamused by her witty retort, his eyes narrowing for but a moment. Soon a smile reached his lips at her mention of the past. Shaking his head, the Jarl sat before her.<strong>"Time's are dark, Nalie. My mage sensed something from the Giant camps. An energy he said, full of darkness. After he'd mentioned it, I had a dream about it. And before you ask, ya smart mouthed elf, no I hadn't been drinking."</strong>He began with tap of his hand against the table.<strong>"It was a sign; of that I'm sure. You have more knowledge on these things then anyone else I personally know. I want you to figure it out. And remember, you still have a debt t repay."</strong>The last part was mentioned with a sort of smugness.<br/><br/>Before the Jarl could continue too much further, however, the doors to the Gran hall were opened by none other then Lethander. The Captain of the Guard seemed to have brought a guest with him, however, and the Captain knelt briefly in respect.<strong>"My Jarl, I've found a witness to Lucretia's crime. She says she seen the whole thing. Would ye like to hear her out?"</strong>The Captain asked the question like it wasn't one, but rather an offer. From the look in his eyes, it seem