<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Giant Camps</span></div><br/>The hills were seeming far too quiet while Hildr walked among their steppes. Not a giant in sight, and that was odd considering the territory. Usually one could see them herding their mammoth in the distance, but today even the mammoth were not in sight. It made what was otherwise a peaceful trip somewhat edgy; and boring at that. However, as the young companion moved on further; the sounds of thudding footsteps rang out in the distance. A little more of a trip would display a grove, one where six Giants were trampling about. They seemed angry, speaking in their crude tongue to one another as if insults were being exchanged.<br/><br/>It was an odd sight for the normally peaceful creatures, where if more than one rested a the same location; they seemed to be at worship to the stars. Though the sight brought with it the sound of lighter footfalls trailing behind her. If she turned to look, she'd see the pale face of a familiar breton on her heels. The gril's face was dirty from the stalking through brush, but her dark locks were unmistakable all tied back in a pony tail. Her blue eyes cast on the nord then, and a soft voice rang out from the brush.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey? Do you see em yet?"</strong>The breton, known to the companions as Adriel, asked in quiet tones. She was in the trademark worn leathers she also boasted, and again the skyforged shortsword could be see at her hip in addition to the bow and arrows she kept strapped to her back. She was a lower ranked member then Hildr, and one that was supposed to be fetching arms and armor for the companions during this little endeavor. It would seem the lass snuck out to follow the nord on her task, however; and that could be problematic when her inexperience was considered.<br/><br/>As her presence became known, so too did another's. No, to Hildr's keen ears that would be three others. Footfalls, barely audible rang out from the left. They were barely more then snaps of twigs that a beast might make, but more frequent then one would expect from such primitive creatures. Adriel seemed to glance that way as well, and her eyes widened at the sight. Were Hildr to look that way, she too would see the gleaming golden armor that represented Elven light plate. It seemed some Thalmor were tracing the two, but was it Hildr's movements or the younger breton lass?<br/><br/><strong>"Somones coming. Looks like Thalmor!"</strong>Adriel exclaimed in little more then a whisper, quickly moving t Hildr's side with the giants the other direction. A conflict would no doubt rouse the much larger humaniod's attention. But could the struggle be avoided?<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Bannered mare: Around evening time</span></div><br/>It was later into the evening, when most people were just laying dinner out on the table, that Lethander entered The Bannered Mare. He was no longer clad in his trademark captain's armor; now he was dressed in what might be considered an officer's off duty uniform. They were fine furs and leather, greyish colored  and adorned with a fine cloak. The hood was kept lowered, however; and so the man approached the barkeep with a light hearted face.<strong>"I'm expected by someone. Where might I find the warrior woman who purchased a room earlier?"</strong>The brown haired Nord asked, and he was quickly pointed in the direction of Ru'Ashka's room where food was just being laid upon her table.<br/><br/>Lethander proceeded to the room, and Ru could easily hear the knocking at her chamber door as the inn maid seemed to stiffen at it.<strong>"I'm sorry, Milady. I don't have the table set, yet."</strong>She apologized with a blush, but it seemed she was working hard at the task. A large mammoth steak and vegetable rice had been prepared. Along with yet another side of mashed roots. It would have obviously taken a while to prepare, and all accommodations had supposedly been covered by The Jarl for her agreement to help with the current matters that troubled the hold. Still, the girl seemed displeased with herself for not having everything finished in time, and yet again the knocking came.<br/><br/>Lethander waited patiently on the other side. He seemed to be pondering the entire thing as his fingers traced the chamber doors. It was hard to tell what was on the Captain's mind while he waited. Perhaps he wondered why the warrior wanted him here, but that had been made perfectly clear. No, someone that truly knew the captain would recognize that he didn't do much outside of work. He was out of his element in this type of setting, and that seemed to have the captain just a bit nervous. He kept his calm regardless, and seemed to simply await an invite in. The inn maid seemed to be waiting instructions as well.