Here's another another chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

She left the hall with a heavy sigh and began to walk down the stairs towards the market. Hana had talked to Jarl about the recent dragon attack and warned him to look out for his city. He only thanked her gave her a new set of armour that once again, she would never wear.

She took out her gold purse to find that she had little to nothing left. 'Time to offload I guess, I will head to Jorvaskrr later.' She headed down the steps towards the plains district and opened the door to Belethor's General goods. She sold the wolf pelts that managed to get and traded the armour the she was given for a steel armour. Just as she had left the shop, she heard Belethor yell "Oh do come back," Hana just left as soon as she could after that. By the nine he was a seedy man with what he says and the tone in his voice.

The streets that had once been filled with people earlier that day had started to diminish as the sun began to slowly sink into the horizon, filling the sky with beautiful shades of pink and purple. She needed a place to sleep for the night before she headed up to see the companions. She opened the doors to the Bannered Mare and rented a room. She was showed to her room and dropped all of her heavy items onto the bed and changed into warmer and comfortable clothes, a cream light fitting dress that didn't hug her too much. She slipped an iron dagger into the hold in her boot and left the inn.

The streets had become colder and darker since Hana had entered the inn. There were less people in streets, but those who were left, they were heading home or towards the inns. She made her way up to Jorvaskrr in what light was left. As she made her way up the stairs to the building, she heard shouting from inside. 'Just the usual case,' Hana chuckled to herself.

The old wooden doors creaked open, but was hardly audible from all the shouting and cheering that was going on. Hana looked around the main hall of Jorvaskrr, to see people ushering on a fist fight in front of the fire place. Hana watched for a few seconds and decided to look elsewhere.

Sitting down on the table in the corner, was Aela. Hana ventured over to Aela and noticed she was sitting next to another Nord. He was obviously taller than Hana and looked to be about middle aged. Slight balding from the of his head and turning grey. One eye was foggy from being blind and a few scars covered his worn face.

"Ah it's good to see you again friend," Aela stated over the noise.

"And who is this? Another one you found in the streets Aela?" The man asked.

"Skjor that's now way to treat someone!"

"Aye, I guess. So what can you do woman?" Skjor asked Hana.

She thought about it for a second. "I mainly like to wield axes and always have a shield when I can."

Skjor looked at her and just smirked. "We could use someone like you, say what's your name?"

"Hana," she replied but was hardly heard over the fighting.

"Your going to have to speak up!" Skjor laughed as the yelling increased.

"The names Hana!" she managed to say over the cheering.

"Well Hana, I would recommend that you go and see Kodlak."

She nodded at Aela and Skjor and turned around to go and see Kodlak only to run into a huge man. She stubbled back and looked up. He had curly black hair with brown/grey eyes and was looking down on her. He wore what must have been the Companions traditional armour.

"Did you say your name was Hana?" He questioned.

Hana looked up at the man, "That I am, why?"

"Oh just wondering, you look a lot like my sister, she left about 15 years ago and I haven't seen her since," the man frowned. "You look just like her."

"LOCKAN!" She yelled and hugged the man.

"I thought it was you, no one could be that short!" He laughed down at his sister.

" Oh no not this again," she smiled. " What happened when we left?"

"I made my way back to Whiterun after the Bandit attack. The Companions found me and pretty much adopted me and I joined their ranks. And what of you? I thought you were with mother and father?"

"I was but I left not that long ago. They're living in Cryodil and I wanted to head back here mainly to try to and find you."

"Ah well looks like your stuck here for a while then since the war is going on." Lachlan smiled. "So thinking of joining this place I'm guessing?"

Hana chuckled "Well I ain't here to banter with you!"

Suddenly there was a cry of pleading, thus leading to the fight being broken up and everyone going back to their business. Hana spotted Farkas over in the corner sipping on a tankard of mead. His silver eyes widened as he saw her and jumped up from his seat and started strolling over.

"Lockan, is this your sister that you said you had?" He questioned Hana's brother.

"Aye, it is. Haven't seen her since she was a youngling," Lockan replied ruffling Hana's already messy hair.

"Now I remember! You used to live her in Whiterun. You were the young lass that ran around with me and my brother! I thought I recognised you." Farkas was now smiling from ear to ear. Lockan just laughed.

Hana laughed herself at the two grown men. "Is that brother of yours still into his books?" She questioned Farkas. Earning a curious glance from him as well from her brother.

" Aye he is, and grumpy as ever so nothing really changed. Unlike you, you have changed so much! What happened to the tiny little girl that ran around with us?"

"She grew up, not so much in height though."

The three Nords laughed at the comment and started catching up on what had happened since Hana had left. She explained to them that she wished to join the Companions and had to talk to Kodlak. She couldn't remember of the old man but had heard great stories through what Her brother and Farkas had been saying. Just as she started to walk of Farkas grabbed her shoulder. "Vilkas should be down with Kodlak as usual. Don't take too much offense if he says something to offend you, he doesn't know what he says half of the time." With that she walked down the stairs to sleeping quarters. She opened the doors as quietly as she could just in case someone had managed to fall asleep with all the ruckus that was going on up stairs.

She turned the corner to hear two men speaking.

"But I still hear the call for blood," Someone said in the room.

As she turned into the room, she noticed the two men sitting in the room. One obvious that he has had a long life as he had pure white hair and beard. On his cheek was a small war painted symbol that needed to have more paint reapplied. "A stranger comes to our halls. What is it that you seek girl?" The man must have been Kodlak. Hana came forward and approached the old man. " I wish to join the Companions." She said with as much courage as she could. Her eyes mainly focusing on the wall just behind the old man.

"Aye, let us have a look at you." Kodlak said with a grin.

"Master, you can't be serious? I have never seen this woman before." The man in the other seat retorted. In an instant, Hana recongnised who it was. If it wasn't for the shorter hair and armour, she could have thought it was Farkas. Vilkas sat in the chair with a scowl on his face glaring at Hana. His eyes standing out against the black war paint that framed his face. His body leaner than his brothers but what he lacked in muscle, he increased in smarts. He had always been the brighter child out of the twins and always managed to talk their way out of trouble.

"Well damn Vilkas, what has it been 15 years and you don't even recognise me?" Hana managed to laugh. Vilka's eyes narrowed at her and his scowl vanished but was then replaced with a confused expression. Kodlak laughed at the state that Hana had put Vilkas in.

"And what of your name lass?" Kodlak questioned.

"Names Hana, thought that he would realise that." She said point at Vilkas who had jumped from his chair at the name.

"By the nine! It's good to see you again lass." Vilkas said with a slight smirk on his face.

That god damn smirk he had! Hana blushed slightly reaching from her neck to lightly dust her cheeks. He had never changed from when they were kids. He always had a scowl on his face but when he smirked or smiled, it always made her feel like jelly and she didn't know why. Farkas never had that effect on her like he had when they were kids.

"Kodlak, Hana was the other child I would run around with me and Farkas were younger. And the main cause of trouble." He shot Hana a glare and but she only shrugged it off. Kodlak just chuckled to himself as the two glared at each other. "Right now I remember. Your Lockan little sister. Five year age gap isn't it?"

"Aye, I'm 23 this winter." Hana confirmed. "Still get trouble from my brother about it."

"Ah but that's the usual case. Anyway tomorrow Vilkas can see how your arm is tomorrow morning at midday. For now, head up and celebrate with the others." Kodlak smiled "And there is always a spare bed for you here."

With that Hana nodded curtly and headed out the door. She only managed to be get 10 metres from the door when she heard the sound of armoured boots hitting the floor. She didn't bother turning around for she knew who it was already. Vilkas caught up with her and looked down upon the short Nord. "You haven't changed much." Hana stated as she stopped and leaned again the stone wall.

"Aye and neither have you, little miss sassy." Vilkas commented. That only earned a glare from Hana.

"Things definitely hadn't changed. I can't believe you didn't recognise me? I'm heart broken," she teased, placing her hand over her heart.

"Whatever you say girl, but your still short." Vilkas taunted.

She turned him with a slight scowl on her face. That was when Hana finally was able to have a look at him. Sure he wasn't as tall as her brother or Farkas but he still had a head or two on her. Slightly leaner to his brother but not much. A steel great sword clung to his back in its sheath. If it hadn't been for the war paint around his eyes, she wouldn't have been slightly on edge.

"No shit grumpy! I can't till tomorrow till you land on your ass from me" she stated "Well I'm heading up stairs, whether you join me or not is up to you." With that Hana continued walking up the stairs towards the mead hall leaving Vilkas behind.

'Damn that woman, she hasn't changed one bit, still has that sharp tongue of hers,' he scowled. He turned and headed back to his room to take off his armour and get changed into more comfortable clothes. Just as he was about to leave, his door slammed open revealing a grinning Fakas. "Don't you ever knock brother!" Vilkas shouted at him.

"You should know by now that I have never knocked and neither have you." Farkas mumbled. That was true. The two brothers had grown extremely close over the years being together in Jorvaskrr so it was only normal for them to act that way.

"Well? Did you see Hana?" Farkas laughed at Vilkas as his face dropped to a scowl once again.

"Yeah I saw her. She hasn't changed. Still has that sharp tongue of hers. If she wants to be able to join the Companions she better watch it." Vilkas snorted.

"Aye, well she might as well put you into your place then. Seems like you have competition." Farkas cooed. "You better step your game. Anyway head up stairs. Tilma just brought out another crate of cold mead." As quickly as he had intruded Vilkas's room, he left.

Vilkas just stared at the empty space in front of him. If she wanted a challenge, a challenge she will get.