Morning comes quicker than she would have like. She still has a few hours left in her rental of the inn room. But why delay the day when she's already opened her eyes. Truthfully it's the slight hangover that's woken her up. That and the hunger that churns her stomach. A long day is a head of her. That's part of the fun though.

Gear is gathered up and she descends down the stairs to the lower part of the Bannered Mare. People have already found their spots for the day. As her breakfast is wolfed down, Freydis hears murmurs of gossip from the other patrons. Her expectation is that it's about her - about the legendary Dragonborn and the deeds she's accomplished. Instead she hears of some creature that the city guards encountered during the night. Odd. It only slightly bothered her. No matter it's just a little bit of rabble that will die off as they day goes on.

Oh how wrong she was. Whether it was stocking up on potions at Arcadia's Cauldron or merely walking the streets, all she heard about was the mysterious beast that had tried to get into Whiterun. Now she was upset. Her ego had effectively been bruised. Just the other day she was, for the most part, center of attention.

When she's about to storm out of Whiterun, she comes to a halt as a group of city soldiers were gathered at the gate. She's just within earshot to catch

"It was as tall as a giant with horns!" one spouted, making sloppy hand gestures. "Perhaps it's a disfigured orc."

"Maybe it was a daedra," another sneers. There's a few grunts of distress and disgust at that notion.

"Whatever it is, I heard it's still lurking about. Maybe we should hunt it down."
"First dragons now demented beasts. Divines help us."

That was all she needed to hear. Perhaps she'd take it upon herself to search for the monster and take it down. That in turn would ultimately satisfy her curiosity and expand her heroic deeds. At the same time though, that would delay her current venture. If nothing else it was something she could keep in the back of her mind and on her list of things to possibly handle.

With no more patience to waste she exits the hold to begin her next journey. Feet carry her down the steps and out towards Skulvar Sable-Hilt's stables. One by one she examines the horses. Of course it would be easier to just take the cart to her next destination. And she could sleep on the way. But the ride would be so long, and if she had to ride with other people that -Oh. Oh now that was something.

She's come to the final stall and lo-and-behold there's someone asleep in the hay where a horse should have been. Freydis quickly glances around before moving closer. A single hand rests on the hilt of her broadsword. Even in the slight shadows of the covered building she can distinguish notable features of the woman before her. Skin the color of obsidian paired with long, wispy white locks that resemble spider webs. The most defining feature however, are the horns that adorn the mystery woman's skull. They're curved around like those of a rams with the tips dipped in gold with intricate patterns carved into the precious metal.

It dawns on Freydis that maybe, just maybe, this is thing or rather person the city has been a buzz about. Expression hardens and at last she speaks. "You know, it's pretty gutsy to sleep in a stranger's stable. Especially after picking fights with city guards. Someone's bound to think you're a horse thief...or a vagrant. So which is it?"

She watches as amber eyes meet her own gaze while the being slowly sits up.

The first thing Kasaanda sees when waking up is waves of fiery red and the glint of armor in the sunlight. The figure before her is imposing at first sight. That is until Kasaanda stands up to full height; or tries to. She still has to duck slightly so her horns don't scratch against the roof of the stable. Compared to the woman before her, not only is Adaar taller, but her body is somewhat bulkier.

"I didn't pick a fight with them! Just argued after they wouldn't let me into the city." The mage responds, fists clenched at her side. "And I'm not a horse thief! Where else was I suppose to sleep? I-" Voice had begun to rise and for a moment she had to pause to take a calming breath. "The previous day was rough and I just wanted to sleep. I'm lost, I don't know what's going on, there's a weird mark on my hand and I really just want to go home!"

Freydis silently listens to the larger woman's ranting and rambling with a mixed expression of boredom and confusion. It almost slips from her tongue how none of that was her problem. Yet for once she's able to hold back an unfiltered, snide remark. "And you just expected for them to let you in? You, who is so obviously not human. On top of that dragons have been stirring up chaos so everyone's on edge from that." she says matter-of-factly. "You best be on your way before someone else gets uncomfortable with your existence. I have to be on my way. Places to be and things to do." With that she turns on her heel to leave. She doesn't get very far before she hears the other calling out to her.

"Wait!" Kasaanda cries. It takes less than five steps to catch up to the Nord woman while her hand shoots out to grab her shoulder. She flinches slightly as Freydis whips around, glaring at her. "I know we haven't gotten off on the right foot but...would you consider taking me along with you?"

That question alone was enough to make Freydis stop in sheer shock. There's a shake of her head as she processes what has just been asked of her while hands come to rest on armored hips. "Why in Oblivion would I do a damn thing like that?" There's not stopping the raise of her eyebrows nor the scoffing snort.

Kasaanda's silent while delicately considering her answer. From the look of the woman she's obviously a warrior. The way she carried herself was distinctive as well. A bit haughty, sure but there was something else to it, something else that Kasaanda couldn't quite put her finger on. Not the air of someone born in the upper class but someone that's worked hard and knew it. "Well..." she mutters as fingers fidget with her staff. "You seem knowledgeable. And dedicated to putting an end to possible trouble. Heroic even." Amber eyes stay trained on Freydis, gauging every small reaction. What she notices is that her compliments are rewarded with a more relaxed posture though with the Nord still holding her head high. If Kasaanda looked hard enough she could also see the ghost of a smirk starting to tug at the other woman's lips. "So someone as noble as you surely wouldn't leave someone behind. Not when that someone could either be a real threat or a resource. And if I am a threat, you'd be the one to take the credit for putting an end to me." She can't help but pray that whatever power above would bless her with some sort of good fortune.

And it seems to come true. For seconds later Freydis pretends to let out a huff as if relenting to the bargain is an inconvenience to her. Even if it was her ego held a higher place than that.

"Fine. You can tag alongside me. At least until you get your bearings enough to be on your own way." Freydis says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "But a few rules. Don't get in my way, don't slow me down and don't take what I've earned. I'm a legendary hero, not a babysitter nor a saint. You travel with me, you earn your keep."

Kasaanda can't help but feel a bit of pride in herself. She smiles as she follows Freydis to where a cart sat parked. They climb in the back, taking their seats across from each other.

"I'm Kasaanda Adaar by the way. Where are we headed to by the way?"

"Riften." Freydis settles back in her spot, legs stretched out as much as possible. "And I am Freydis. Dragon of the North, Ysmir...better known as the Last Dragonborn." She watches as her companion's eyes go wide in curiosity which means that's only added to the possible inquiries she may already get. That in turn is enough to make her internally groan. This was going to be a much longer trip than she anticipated.