She holds up the horse and lets it slowly walk up to the wagon with the rather ill looking lizard, her eyes giving him a long penetrating stare as they slowly roam over his face, down the chest and with an impish grin she lets the gaze linger just a tad longer on his crotch and then chuckles to herself.<br/><br/>"Hello, you muuust be Blind-Eye, my father told me so much about you. I am Ilfhild Shieldmaiden daughter of Thorgar Bullroarer, you might remember him." Her smile widens as she hands over the letter that had been delivered to her father requesting his aid once more to prove her words true. "Sadly father is far to old, to drunk and probably far to busy staring at breasts and asses to come help you, so he sent me instead. Probably wanted some peace and quiet around the house for once, the old bastard."<br/><br/>She leans back in the saddle and cracks her neck loudly silently hoping she got the right Argonian, but her fathers description is pretty much spot on.. if you add a few years. And silently she wishes to get out of the saddle for a bit, her behind is sore and she wonders to herself if she keeps riding much longer if she will ever get her legs together again. Which would have been nice if she had her mothers job but she doubts she would be very good at that. As she is gazing at him she marvels at how lovely the scales really are up close, she never really been around many Argonians and she is looking forward to the experience. Realizing she is staring she pretends to be busy with fixing up her hair that was coming loose.<br/><br/>"So, do I have the right person or did I just make a complete fool out of myself?" She rummages around in her saddlebags and fishes out a small bottle and takes a swig mostly to get the travel dust out of her throat, her eyes noting how he seems to follow the bottle and her fathers stories of the drunken rampages makes her decide that offering him a drink is probably a bad idea.