Entering the hall, They saw that a few of the companions had returned from their trip. Among them, there was a Nord, who looked to be a little young for the title of Harbinger. He was wearing a complete set of Carved Nord Armour, which looked similar to the one that Ysgramor wore, including the helmet. He wore a massive battleaxe, that seemed to be several hundred years old, with what appeared to be a face carved into it.

'Harbinger,' Maurmon greeted as they approached him.

'For the last time Maurmon. You & Baurest are part of the Circle now. Call me Ronan,' He said to him, almost seeming annoyed.

'Yes Har- Ronan,'' Maurmon replied.

Ronan turned to Zenia & Cormer. 'So. Have you tow come to join the Companions? We are looking for recruits. I wont tell you why though. It might change your minds,' He said with a laugh.

'I'm afraid not,' Cormer said. 'But my companion Zenia,' He gestured to Zenia. 'Has a message for you... Oh! where are my manners? I'm Cormer,'

Ronan looked at Zenia. 'You're a long way from the Imperial City,' He said to her. 'Why are you in Skyrim Imperial? Here to see Nordic culture?'

'How did you know I was from the City?' Zenia said, both amazed & a little spooked.

'I can always tell where someone is from,' Ronan said. 'From the way they dress, the way they act & certainly how they speak to others,' He leaned in a bit, bringing himself closer to Zenia's face. 'And that badge you wear on that cloak of yours tells me where you allegiance lies,' he said a little more darkly, sending chills down her spine.

Zenia's widened, remembering the tales of Ronan being a captain in the Stormcloak army. While some of the tales told about him did seem a little farfetched, she knew that there could be some truth to them. She then recovered & handed the scroll to Ronan. Ronan inspected the scroll before speaking again:

'The Imperial seal...are you sure I can read this?' He asked her. 'I don't think my family would like it if a few soldiers came by & told them that I had been killed for looking at Imperial documents,'

'I've already read it & so has Cormer,' Zenia told him. 'You can read it,'

Ronan took his helmet off, revealing the rest of his face. He was growing a small beard & had a scar running down his face, which ran across his eye. He placed the helmet next to him, sat down & began to read:

To whom it may concern:

Chancellor Tinion Quaceius has need of the Dragonborn, Sonia Oakblade.

The messanger has been instructed to find her & return to the chancellor as soon as possible. Anyone with knowledge to her whereabouts is to inform this messanger immediately.

Be warned: Any attempt to assasinate or harm this target is punishable by death.

- The Elder Council

Ronan handed the note back to Zenia. He then stood up.

'I'll tell you where Sonia is,' He said. 'But you're not going alone. I'm coming with you,'

'Are you sure, Harb-Ronan?' Baurest said. 'The roads aren't safe anymore, especially since the death of the emperor,'

'That's why I'm dragging you & Maurmon along with me. If you want,' Ronan said, turning to both of them.

Baurest & Maurmon looked at each other, considering Ronan's offer. 'Alright,' Maurmon said. 'We'll come along,'

'Great!' Ronan said. 'Zenia, Cormer, you two welcome to spend the night in Jorrvaskr, as honoured guests,

'Thank you, sir,' Cormer said gratefully.

'Oh for Talos' sake, call me Ronan,'