Elle gave him a small smile to cover up her amusement at his apparent confusion, fishing a rather hefty magicka potion out of her bag and handing it to him, thinking it would be the most useful to him. [color=00B2EE]"No problem," [/color]she replied, before striding past him and going back down the stairs to the first floor, calling out behind her, [color=00B2EE]"Hurry up, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we get to Whiterun." [/color] And hopefully a hot meal. The stuff they had snagged so far was great and all, but they hadn't had the time to sit down and eat anything good. One of her favorite parts of traveling was getting a taste of all the different cuisine the place had to offer. Skyrim's probably wouldn't beat that of Cyrodiil's, but anything sounded better than raw potatoes and carrots at this point. 

Once downstairs, Elle went outside once more, the snow up to her knees. She hoped the rest of the trek up the mountain side wouldn't be like this, because she practically had to wade through it. But she wasted no time in trudging back out into it, heading towards the path that continued upward. She hoped the Barrow wasn't far, because as much as she did like the snow and cold, she wasn't accustomed to it, and her hands and feet were starting to complain about the chill. No wonder this place is abandoned, she thought, they probably all froze to death. 

Thankfully, her wish was granted, and the snow was not nearly so deep once the path started to incline more steeply, a few drifts here and there, but she skirted around them. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure her half Dunmer companion was following her before focusing her eyes ahead again, narrowing them against the wind. Soon after, parts of the large stone structure started to reveal themselves, and she was about to plunge forward when the echoing of voices off of the rocks reached her ears. Really? /more/ bandits? How many of these guys were there? she thought to herself in annoyance. 

She crouched beside a boulder, drawing her sword and peaking out of her cover to see just how many there were. It was hard to say, considering she could only see two, and there were probably more beyond the stairs closer to the Barrow's entrance. The two she could see were armed with bows, so she traded her sword for the long bow and arrows she had picked up yesterday on their flight from Helgen. She nocked an iron arrow and pulled it back close to her cheek, staring down its shaft at her target, a bearded man in fur armor. Now, she wasn't the best archer, but hopefully she could at least cripple him from this distance.

However, she didn't want to plunge into a fight if Nil wasn't ready, so she paused and glanced over at him to make sure he had seen the danger as well. She would never admit it in a million years, but she was glad of his help, because there was no way she would be able to fight so many alone. Clearly, she was no tank, so fighting more than one or two opponents proved to be more of a challenge for her.