Merilis stood alongside her comrades in arms, she was apart of what Arbus called the "Misfits" it was an odd name, but befitting name for a group such as themselves. Her eyes locked onto Helgen in the distance. The Nord could only guess what bloody battle could be going on down there. The dark haired Nord looked to the man as they met each other's gaze. She sometimes wondered why she was put into this group. They were different from her, not that she was like some of the other stubborn Nords who believed that Skyrim was only a place for the Nords, she believed that each culture of Tamriel was powerful, and could prove quite useful. It was the fact that she greatly disliked working with others. Call it her stubbornness, she just hated working with others, especially those who couldn't surpass her level. But she had to prove herself like the others. Patience.
As Arbus pointed her finger toward Helgen her attention returned to the city, her eyes closing as she caught the threatening cries of the dragon in the distance. By the Nine, who knows what could be going on down there, a battle against a dragon. She had all but thought that the dragons were gone, and whatever was left, were slaves to man and beast alike. To have one attacking after 5 years since Alduin's death did not set well with the Nord. As Ardus spoke the only word that caught her attention immediately was The Companions. Her eyes flashed open and turned to slits, the light blue color becoming darker in shade. The anger that filled her heart at the name of that guild was too much for her to keep a straight face. The expression of disgust and anger contorting her beauty. For a split second Merilis had the urge to walk away, to leave this mission to the others and return back into the cave, where her bed awaited her return. But she would not do such a thing. Down there blood was being spilled and, of course, she would not pass up the opportunity to kill a living dragon. When would their be such an opportunity?
Their mission seemed simple enough, kill the dragon, get the information and bring a bone as proof of their act, though it did have it's complications. She was not going to be big-headed and say she could take down a dragon with an arrow to the knee. The Nord looked to the others, were they ready or were they shitting in their armor like many who were told they were in for the fight of their lives against a dragon? Looking back to Arbus she was filled with more courage and excitement as he spoke:
"There’s a fight to be won, and glory to be had, go take it!"Merilis let out her own battle cry, loud and booming through out the mountain range. "For Skyrim!"