".. Tamriel's Fighters Guild has no presence in Skyrim. Instead, warriors seeking adventure and kinship may join the Companions, in Whiterun. Many have passed through this doors and made names for themselves..."

  Hilda recalled the last words she heard from one of the city guards before she stepped into Jorrvaskr, of course no ine thought highly of the nord, she seemed to be too frail for such a group. However she somehow was accepted.
She woke up and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes until the sun rays that entered through the window made her blink several times. She stood up and took a bath, after having the usual nordic breakfast, sweet rolls and mead, she put on her scaled armor, steel gauntlets and boots. She her nordic swords on her hips, one at each side and her steel shield attached to her back with a leather strip that crossed through her chest. Once ready she got out if her house and walked through the tundra until reaching Whiterun.

  It was around 7 a.m by the time the female Nord reached the gates of the city, she could hear Adrianne Avenicci hammering an iron sword and some guards talking about brawl that took place in the Bannered Mare last night.
Hilda continued her way to the Wind District and finaly into Jorrvaskr. The place was wuiet, really quiet, perhaps too early for the Companions to wake up.
She simply took a seat next to the fire and waited for the others.