<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Bannered Mare: Ru'Ashka's Chambers</span></div><br/>Lethander seemed stiff when Ru'Ashka first opened the door. It was obvious, like her, he was not use to this sort of meeting. He seemed to relax at her smile, though; and one of his own formed on the weathered lips.<strong>"There was never a doubt I'd agree. We both have the same interest, even if our motivations are different."</strong>He said, the nordic brogue still quite noticeable even as he tried to sophisticate his speech for the time. He seemed to note the inn maid continuing the work on their meal, and his smile actually heightened.<br/><br/>When she spoke of mead and fresh air, the Captain got more lively.<strong>"Certainly. I'm not use to one on one meetins'. It's been long since I had a decent conversation. Let us go."</strong>He answered her, and followed her lead unto the balcony where they could relax and enjoy themselves until the dinner was properly prepared. Once outside, the Nord seemed to instantly relax under the cold nightime air. The sun had set an hour or so ago, and already the night's chill was upon them. Cool wind blew from the north, but Lethander seemed at home under it.<br/><br/>The blue eyes of the Captain traveled to her's at that point, and he seemed to take in the words she spoke.<strong>"It's been a tiring one. I'm not fond of such court intrigue. Tis my duty to quell it before the Jarl has need of dealin' with such things."</strong>He answered with a sigh, but seemed to realize it was inevitable considering the circumstances. His eyes stood on her's though, and a light smile seemed to cross his lips while it they lingered.<strong>"I figure yer's hasn't been much better. Ye seemed out of place in the hall. I can understand that."</strong>He connected with her on subject.<br/><br/>Though the smell of food began wafting into the balcony upon those words, even as he Captain took the first drink from his tankard of mead. The honey seemed to cool his features, and the smile lingered a bit longer as he watched her.<strong>"Still, ye said ye wanted to know more about the subject. I know more then I said in there, or earlier. Though I'm not sure it'd help ye."</strong>He mentioned, just as the inn maid was calling to them.<strong>"Dinner is ready!"</strong>The lass exclaimed, and Lethander chuckled at the words. It seemed the guard captain was amused by the enthusiasm in the girl's voice.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Giant's Camp</span></div><br/>Adriel seemed to jump at the way Hildr looked at her. The young thing was quite brave, but obviously skittish around her superiors. Not that anyone was truly superior in the companions, but there was an obvious pecking order; and Hildr was certainly above the youngling in that. The breton lass was barely seventeen, yet she stood here with the huntress seeming eager to make a difference. Those near mer like eyes focused on the golden armor even as Hildr formed a plan. The young one nodded her head to it, and silently moved up to her side while keeping her focus on the giants that were now trading blows like it was a sport.<br/><br/>The problem arising from that, was each blow seemed to shake they ground they walked on. It was both a benefit and detriment in avoiding the mer that stalked them, as Hildr could easily see them getting confused by the staggering motions as she aimed her arrows their way.<strong>"Over there!"</strong>Adriel distracted her from the targets in a hushed, yet excited tone. It seemed the lass wasn't all fun and games, for she'd manage to spot just the place the huntress was looking for. A place great for hiding or defending, and possibly far enough away from their larger prey that a fight with the elves wouldn't be noticed.<br/><br/>Adriel moved for it then, staying just a step ahead of Hildr as she made for the path. The lass seemed to follow direction well, even if she was over eager for a thrill. The now obvious Thalmor were looking more closely or their prey, Hildr would notice. They were using magic to try and detect life, she could see as the lead of them was focusing his powers forward; and looking to every hare that bounced across the path. They had a brief opportunity to make it to the hiding place the youngling had spotted; but would they make it before the Thalmor spotted them?<br/><br/>That was up to Hildr's leadership as the younger Companion moved toward the spot, quickly but quietly. It seemed the breton had silence down, but her head was easily seen above the brush. And that would be a problem if the Thalmor spotted them. Stealth was a two way street; one had to be both silent, and able to keep themselves from view.