"...I'm just going to ignore that last part." Cronic said, as he took the bottle of mead meant for the Carriage driver and exited the bar. On his way to where the guy parked his cart, he asked people if they'd seen anyone matching the description of the female warrior. As he reached the gate leading out of Whiterun, he was thinking to himself.

[i]"...Of course it's not gonna be that easy to find her. From the looks of it, she's not been here yet. If she has been at all. I doubt we'll get a stroke of luck where she comes to US, but given the events of yesterday, anything's possible."[/i] Cronic thought to himself, pushing open the gate and walking through, recalling the most unbelievable of the things he'd run into yesterday; Dragons. Honest to god, living, fire breathing dragons.

[i]"If that's not enough to warrant a major shift in our fortunes, I don't know what is."[/i]