<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dragon's Reach: Grand Hall</span></div><br/>More and more people seemed to be leaving the Grand hall as the scholars went about their business, and before long it was simply one lonesome servant tending to their needs. The Jarl had just finished his second tankard of Nordic Mead when the group's question's came at him again. He nodded at Lucretia's final request before responding to anything more, but his eyes had an eerie sort of unease to them.<strong>"I think we both know damn well what their after, Lucreatia."</strong>Frothar told her flatly, and from his robe was pulled another slender scroll. It was one not shown with the rest of them, but slowly he unfurled it across the table.<br/><br/>There on he surface was a design, it was the design of an ancient mask; the type once used by the Dragon Priests that predated the first empire. The Jarl looked to Lucreatia more gravely then, and sighed.<strong>"I remember what you said those masks were capable of. Now the question that's been bothering me, why does the Thalmor all of a sudden want the Mask you brought me years ago? What didn't you tell me about the item?"</strong>Frothar asked suspiciously, even as the Jarl snapped his finger for the servants to begin preparing all three rooms for the night.<br/><br/>The lass left the room to do such then, leaving the lot of them alone in the grand hall. The Jarl took another drink of mead, however, and rose from his seated position as he called for another servant to come collect the scrolls.<strong>"I don't know what their doing here, but it's certain they aren't after just one thing. This is a well planned strike, and one I'd wager they have a lot riding on."</strong><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Giant's Camp</span></div><br/>It seemed things were going well for the companions as they managed to lay waste to their marks. Hildr and Adriel somehow managed to make it to the hideout point with just a few moments to spare, but that's when the shattering noise of a scream pierced the air. Adriel gave a frightened wince at how it lingered for a moment before being abruptly ended. They were in a grove like enclave, surrounded by a hill with a sturdy cavern behind them. The girl quickly made her way inside the cave, becoming small in the back of it as she called out to Hildr.<strong>"You don't think the Giants could hear that, do you?"</strong>The question certainly warranted a mention, but it was hard to tell when things were now so quiet.<br/><br/>It was uncertain whether Darian knew about the nearby Giants or not, but soon there would be no question about it. The ground began to shake beneath him as what seemed like a step drew nearer, then the entirety of the ground shook as what felt like three pairs of giant feet came down. If he bothered to look, the companion would clearly see the forms of six Giant's three of them following the direction of the scream, while the other three hoisted something that would clearly strike the companion as strange. They were hefting what looked like bows; massive ones made of mammoth bone. The Giants had constructed bows, and they were notching ballista sized arrows in his direction<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the companions at the grove would easily hear the thundering footfalls growing nearer. Adriel seemed to calm herself as she lowered to the ground. Hildr would be able see the towering figures approaching her allies position, but not quite where Darian was. This had just turned into a deadly game of hide seek, with so many Giants and only two and a half warriors.