When the young elf walked through the doors of the Bannered Mare for the first time, Hulda could sense something different about her. She didn't know what, but she knew that this woman was not an ordinary person. Hulda had a sense about these kinds of things. She had offered the elf a room and some food which she had accepted with more gratitude than most people seemed to know how to show. The next day she stopped by to thank Hulda before leaving.
A few weeks later, the same elf stumbled through the doors looking exhausted. Her hair was all over the place, her steps were slow, and even her ears looked like they were drooping. She had payed for a room and gone upstairs without a word. Hulda could see a weight pressing on the young elf, as of some new responsibility had been thrust upon her shoulders unexpectedly and she was being forced to bear it alone. It was only after she had left a few days later that Hulda had heard the rumors that the legendary Dragonborn was supposedly a woman. Not only that, but an elf as well. That was when Hulda knew that she had been right. The woman was someone special. She was the destined savior of Skyrim.
Hulda served the Dragonborn many times over the next few months when she stayed in Whiterun for a break from her duties or to visit with the Jarl who was rumored to have taken the elf in as a niece or something similar. Each time the Dragonborn thanked her for allowing her to stay and each time Hulda was amazed at the humility someone so important and powerful could show.
One time when the Dragonborn entered the inn, Hulda could see and feel a difference. She walked differently. It was a slower almost solemn walk, like a person going to their execution. The Dragonborn greeted Hulda with a smile as always, but she could see that the smile wasn't right. This smile was sad and reflective, as if the Dragonborn was remembering fond memories that she never hoped to experience again. She stayed the night and thanked Hulda on her way out in the morning, but her face was grim. A few hours later Hulda heard the roar of a dragon mixed with a shout. A few minutes later she heard the beating of giant wings, and she knew that the Dragonborn had gone to face her destiny. Hulda closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to the divines that the Dragonborn make her way back safely. Then she went back to serving mead to her customers. Life goes on in Skyrim.