Shadow merely smirked at Rold's comment, Shadow had actually began to drink more after the disbanding of the Blades. It was nice to see old friends once more, though slightly depressing for Shadow. Still she forced a smile on under her mask.<br/><br/>She followed Rold's long strides quite easily, considering her size compared to his. As Blind-Eye began to speak Shadow stood next to Rold looking at the Legate.  Shadow inwardly shared Rold's enthusiasm. The thought of the thrill of hunting and slaying those damnedable beasts again was an exhilarating.  A huge grin crossed her face though it was hidden behind the mask she wore. Shadow watched as Blind-Eye left. Seeing him once more reminded her of the falling out of the Blades and how the thought of leaving with him was tempting but her sense of duty to the Blades was too great. The memories of her and Rold going around hunt and slaying the dragons and how she almost died at the battle with Alduin.<br/><br/>She suddenly snapped out of her memory wandering. Shadow sighed mildly it would be interesting to catch up with Rold and Blind-Eye during their journey to Solitude.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to study the two newcomers she remembered their parents, and how she only knew their names. They did look a lot like the Blades of those long years. Shadow looked around the room and noticed the Rold was the only other former Blade. Were they really all dead? Are the great Blades of legend a fading memory of this day and age? The thought saddened Shadow. After sighing once more she walked past Rold and Ashlin, unlike him she'd never been close to any of the other Blades.<br/><br/>She needed fresh air so she step out of the tavern to see Blind-Eye talking to the young nordic girl. The air was cool and this was just what Shadow wanted she made her way behind the tavern and climbed up the ice covered rocks and sitting on open rather flat one. Wrapping her cloak around her self she closed her eyes and listened to the wind and business of the small town.