<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/skyrim.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Freya Shieldmaiden<br/>Location: outside the Bee and Bard<br/>Time: Morning<br/>Tagging: open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You know Tadpole? I swear that is the last time we go digging in old daedric ruins, this cold must be a curse from the Daedra L..l..l.. aaaaacchooo!" She sneezes violently enough to make her troubled horse turn his head to look at her with an offended look. "ok, fine any daedric ruins belonging to Namira, happy?" She swears the horse is smarter then it should be, sure she found him alone in the butchered remains of a group of adventurers in a daedric ruin. But surely the tales of spirits possessing animals is just a tale right? And his little penchant for playing with tadpoles that earned him his name is probably completely natural in horses, yupp, they do it all the time. Part of their fun loving nature.<br/><br/>"I am sure that.. that.. achoooo!! man we where supposed to meet up with is thinking we ditched him by now, dammit, I do NOT want to be on the wrong side of the Companions. Those guys are just.. vicious! But after having spent a week with a very kind family of farmers while recovering from this darn cold sure put her behind schedule, and well.. first impressions are everything. "tell you what oh Tadpole the Playful, if you can put a little bit more spring into those slender legs of yours I will buy you the extra fine hay and grain, deal?" Almost as if he understood it sure seems like he picks up the pace just a little bit, but it is probably just the sight of the Riften walls and knowing he will soon be in a warm stable and getting a good rubdown.<br/><br/>She wraps the heavy blanket tighter around herself as the miserable wind seems to cut straight to the bone and one hand brushes her long flaming hair away from her face in annoyance. "Why don't I just cut this off Tadpole? It isn't like any man will ever lay eyes on me again, not aft.. " she falls silent and lets her old friend misery drape its loving arms around her. The guards take one look at her, face pale as death from the cold and a look on her face that clearly speaks of such misery they decide to not harras her, after all what a young lady with eyes that shine of a suicidal rage smouldering in them and carrying a well worn sword at her side.. surely she is only in town to buy some fruits and will leave without any trouble? Yeah, Freya isn't the only one who is an expert at self deception.<br/><br/>"huh? what?" She is startled as Tadpole neighs loudly and almost bucks her off, then as her eyes finally focus she finds herself in front of the Bee and the Bard. Seems like he once again found his way to a nice place to bed down in, and perhaps find some food and try and find this man she is suppose to protect. A young stablehand rushes foreward to help her off the horse, "Are you ok Miss? Shall we call for a priest?"<br/><br/>"What? No no, just.. tired, was a long ride and we got surprised by a snowstorm. Can you please make sure he gets some warm gruel in him and a nice dry blanket please?" She fishes out some coin and drops into his hands, about triple what it would normaly cost but Tadpole is worth it. "And have you seen a Companion around here? Or someone mentioning dealing with the Draugr problem?"