<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<br/><br/>The tension brought a smile to Nalie's lips. Humans were ever so protective of each other. Why shouldn't they be, when their lives were so short. Giving a short bow she let out a short laugh at Frothar's words.<strong>"I'd considered Winter actually Mi'Lord."</strong>Her words came out dry, without a hint of amusement in them as she followed his direction and took a seat.<br/><br/><strong>"I did indeed meet with your...giant problem. I do wish I'd had some forewarning."</strong>Her hand moved up to brush her fingers along the shallow cut on her forehead.<strong>"Then again, I never knew a giant wise enough to lay an ambush. Clever creatures they've become."</strong>Her eyes went over him appraisingly. Had it really been over two decades?<br/><br/><strong>"Times have changed you Frothar."</strong>She heard a few hushed whispers,<strong>"Last I saw you was in the time of the Dragonborn. A short thing you were, always talking of how your father would not allow you to train with a sword.</strong>A smile graced her lips,<strong>"Tell me, Jarl Frothar the Brawler, would that name imply he never allowed you such training?"</strong>Her dark eyes met with his before her smile faded and her features took on a look of seriousness, despite the few hidden chuckles and horrified looks of a few of his men.<br/><br/><strong>"In all serious Mi'Lord. How do you believe that I can help you with this situation? I am only one woman, and a scholar. The best I can tell you is that no this is not normal behavior for giants, and no I don't know what could cause this. Then again,the scholar in me wishes to find out."</strong>Watching him she decided to let him have a chance to speak. Her hand reaching for her goblet, taking a small taste before setting it down.