"Hey Delphine, some loser in shiny armour is looking for-"
"She's not here."

Aria's expression grew curious as the owner's assistant answered from behind what should be Delphine's desk. A big fellow, a Nord, good sort. "She took off in armour, with that one they keep calling 'Dragonborn', just told me to look after the place in her absence. You need a drink, or a room?" he asked.

"Just dropped by to see how the village is coping. Dragon attacks tend to leave a lot to clean up," Aria replied, concerned.

"Ms. Draconis, don't you worry about it. All is as it should be thanks to the Jarl's men giving us a hand."

With that question answered, Aria gave a polite bow of her head to the Nord she couldn't quite remember the name of. She went back outside to survey the damages all over Riverwood herself. By now the foreigner from across the river was crossing the bridge into the village, the Thalmor on the guard post above staring at them the whole way.