Irileth

Good enough. We'll meet up near the watchtower. Don't take any chances until we get there.

Follow me. We're assembling near the main gate.

We'd better go make sure that bastard is really dead. Collect us a trophy or something to bring back to Ulfric.

Scatter and get behind cover! We need to hurt it, somehow! If you've got a bow or spells, now would be a good time to use them!

That was the hairiest fight I've ever been in, and I've been in more than a few.

I don't know about this Dragonborn business, but I'm sure glad you're with us.

You better get back to Whiterun right away. Jarl Balgruuf will want to know what happened here.

I'm taking command here for the moment. You head back to Whiterun and let the Jarl know what happened.

Be careful. We need to find out what happened here.

Take your pick. Dragons, Stormcloak assassins, ambitious and unscrupulous nobles... Sometimes I think his own children want him dead.

And those are just the physical threats. Assaults on his sanity are another matter entirely.

Every day, he deals with obsequious functionaries and incompetent bureaucrats. Sadly, I'm not allowed to eliminate them.

Well, not yet, anyway.

I am charged with protecting the Jarl from any and all threats.

Powerful men have many enemies. More so, in times of strife. So you can imagine the dangers.

Oh yes, there have been attempts on the Jarl's life. More than one would-be assassin has met his end at the tip of my blade.

Balgruuf and I share a battle bond. We met as youths, and forged our friendship in the fires of war.

When he became Jarl, I insisted on serving as his protector. He had no cause to argue.

Gods, you are curious. Almost... dangerously so.