The moment the letter from Blind-eye had been read Ash had started to pack. She started to sell off some things as well. She planned on traveling lightly, she was not sure if the Argonian would want her to travel with him, after all the letter had been for her Uncle. She could be at the very most simply delivering the message that Thaernd was dead and would not be giving any aid in the attempt to set up a colony. She did hope that she would at the very least be able speak to Blind-eye for a bit, maybe hear about her Uncle.<br/><br/>Reading the letter ment for Thaernd had been painful for Ash. She still missed him greatly, she had not taken his death well. He was all the family she knew. She loved him as a Father, with him she had shared everything, they were close and had been since she was young. She looked enough like him that she was thought to be his daughter by most that met them, she had stopped correcting them by her tenth birthday. She hoped to get some closure from meeting with Blind-eye.<br/><br/>She had made her way to Helgen on foot, she could navigate the forests quicker then a carriage could take her along the roads. She only carried a few changes of clothes, some gold, her bow and arrows, and a few books that she could read to pass the time when she got to Helgen. She thought that she was going to be there a few days at least may as well be prepared with something to pass the time.<br/><br/>She wore a set of Dragonscale armor, it had been Thaernd's, though she of course had it modified to fit her. It had taken some time to find someone skilled enough to work the armor, she had found someone though and it made her quite happy to wear it, this was the first time she had traveled with it, she had tended to wear Elven armor before this. This made her feel closer to Thaernd though, like he was protecting her and watching over her even though he was gone.<br/><br/>She wore her long red brown hair down about her face, she had the helmet in her pack rather then wear it. She found it to be more comfortable, should she run into trouble though she would slip it on.  She also enjoyed the feeling of the wind in her hair far more then she would like the added security of the helm.<br/><br/>Arriving in Helgen was a bit of a change for her, she heard one of the guards comment on her armor and could not help but smile. She walked around for quite some time before finally heading to Trygg's Inn. She wanted to get some sleep after the trip, sleeping on a simple bed roll was fine but curling up in a warm bed and reading.<br/><br/>She was short compared to most everyone there and most of them took notice. She walked to the man at the bar and asked for a room quietly. She pushed her hair back out of her eyes as she waited for the key to be delivered. She took note of the face that she seemed to be the only Bosmer in the Inn.<br/><br/>"Thank you for the room, may I have a glass of water please?"<br/><br/>She did not think that they were able to meet her needs in the way of alcohol here. Just about every place she had been to in Skyrim used plants as the base of their drink.  She sipped her water as she sat off to the side of the bar. She was use to being looked at, there did not tend to be a lot of Wood elves wondering the mountains of Skyrim. Though most eyes seemed to be darting to the fellow a few seats down.