<div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/3yxg4ryar/Hildrav.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hildr Trueshot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Whiterun: The Giant Camps<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Adriel, Giants, Thalmor<br/><br/>Hildr was attempting to survey the scene of the giants the best she could, and perhaps gleam something useful from unintelligible babble they called a language. Her efforts, however, were cut short, as she realized she had unexpected company. She spun in place, about to reach for her bow, when she recognized the face, and instead, let out a near-silent sigh of frustration. The breton girl meant well, Hildr was sure, and such precociousness had its charms, but at a moment like this, the last thing she needed was someone untrained and seeking excitement blundering about.<br/><br/>She considered just how she would handle this... there was of course the option of escorting her back to the city, though that would mean abandoning any attempt at deciphering the activity of the giants. Alternatively she could simply tell the child to leave, but given the dangers lurking out here, she may not make it back. The thought occured to Hildr that if she couldn't make it back here, she shouldn't have come this way, and shouldn't be with the Companions, but still, she was a junior member and, regardless of circumstances, Hildr figured she was responsible for making sure she didn't get herself... or, especially, both of them, killed.<br/><br/>That train of thought, just like the last, however, proved pointless as it was interrupted by another unexpected arrival... this one, however, was far less pleasant. The moment she recognized the armor of the elves, her bow was drawn, and an arrow locked in place. She drew back the string and aimed it in the direction of the elves. Hildr considered herself an open-minded person. She judged others based on who they were and what they did, not their race. Being a Companion had a way of ingraining that sort of thinking in you. A Companion's value came from one thing and one thing only, their accomplishments. Nord, breton, orc or elf, all that mattered was that you brought more to the group than you took away. Regardless of that, however, she was a proud Nord, and she distrusted the Thalmor with every fibre of her being.<br/><br/>The way Hildr saw it, the Thalmor never stepped foot on Skyrim unless they had something to gain from it, and generally speaking, anything that benefited the Thalmor was bad for Skyrim. She kept an arrow trained on the nearest elf as hey eyes occasionally flitted about for a path of escape, or perhaps a hiding place if the elves hadn't spotted them yet. She wasn't afraid of taking on a few Thalmor, but if their skirmish caught the attention of the giants... things could get very ugly, very fast. Right now she had to focus on getting that foolish girl back safely, the giants would have to wait. She whispered to Adriel in a hushed town,<strong>"Stick close to me, and keep your eyes on the giants. If they notice us, I want you to run back to the city as quickly as you can. Don't worry about me, I can keep up."</strong>