HoneyedHopes
Professional Asskicker
A snort answered his jest, as she leaned back–carefully, as she felt like she'd fall off the horse at any moment–in order to get a better look at his face. "If I can handle you, the worst of them all, I can handle anything this wretched place throws my way. Besides," she glanced around, taking in the scenery, the bright green trees that sparkled from the ice under the sun. "It's not all bad, here. I've met more good people than bad, and I've made good friends. It'll keep."
No more than an hour later, they reached the Palace of the Kings, it's snowy walls towering over her head. She almost felt intimidated, what with the glares full of daggers that Nords threw in her direction. But she trekked on, just in front of Grimm, right up to the grand doors. Hand on the handle, she turned back to her companion, a small grin tugging at her lips. "Ready to get this over with? Try to be on your best behavior for the Jarl, yes? Keep the insults to a minimum." Not that she'd ever heard him say a single bad thing about the man.
No more than an hour later, they reached the Palace of the Kings, it's snowy walls towering over her head. She almost felt intimidated, what with the glares full of daggers that Nords threw in her direction. But she trekked on, just in front of Grimm, right up to the grand doors. Hand on the handle, she turned back to her companion, a small grin tugging at her lips. "Ready to get this over with? Try to be on your best behavior for the Jarl, yes? Keep the insults to a minimum." Not that she'd ever heard him say a single bad thing about the man.