Ani scowled displeased at Ilya.  But his words resonated with truth.  She wasn't a warrior, she was a hunter.  She made her living sneaking and hiding, slithering around patrols and slitting their throats in their sleep.  If she were to try an charge a regiment of trained Stormcloak soldiers all at once, she would no doubt be killed in the process.  She had no great love of the Reach, it was merely the only port in the growing storm.  She certainly had no intentions of dying for the city.<br/><br/>"Fine," she said at length.  "I may not want to agree with you, but I can see reason.  Even if we three banded together, what impact would we have on the battle?  If Markarth cannot withstand the attack on its own, no force on Mundus will save it."<br/><br/>She reached out and accepted the Argonian's clawed hand.  "I am Anirin Ravynvorm," she told him.  "Call me Ani.  Consider me hired."