Ani followed the guards back to her two recent acquaintances.  She wore a dark, uneasy look.  She watched the officer lead his men back up the winding path to the keep carved into the mountainside.  When addressed by Tanesha, then Marven, she focused her dark eyes on them.  At their question, she scoffed lightly.  The foreign woman she could forgive, but surely the Nord wasn't so ignorant.<br/><br/>"A regiment of Stormcloak legionnaires are marching on the Reach," she said quietly, making sure people around didn't hear.  "Their arrival here will have only one of two outcomes.  Either Jarl Elsef bends to the will of the High King, or Jarl Elsef is broken by the might of the High King.  Either way, any elf here will not be spared."<br/><br/>She gripped the hilt of her dagger and growled, "You're damn right I'm fighting.  This isn't about the gold.  This is much more personal."<br/><br/>She glanced back at the ostentatious gates.  The watchmen fidgeted more than earlier, but they maintained their guard.  They wouldn't be caught unprepared, regardless of what their Jarl decided.  "Four hours leaves little time to prepare.  The Jarl will only ready more soldiers, but Markarth has a grave lack of magi.  The Legion does not."<br/><br/>Looking around the city, her eyes stopped on the potions shop.  Her eyes darted to Tanesha's bow.  "You, Keshali," she said, not having heard the woman's name, yet.  "Are you accurate with that bow?"