"Yes, let's," Rosenna replied to the comment about getting moving. She set out from the camp at a steady pace, walking down the cobbled stone road towards Whiterun. On her right, farmlands stretched out almost as far as the eye could see, growing cabbages, wheat, and other crops to feed the city. On her left, Whiterun's ancient yet still imposing walls loomed against the horizon.

"As for the Argonian, well.... he doesn't seem very [i]disciplined[/i], does he? Still, I would question your talk of 'stealing' the map, or leaving him behind..... surely Legate Rikke assigned him to this task for a good reason. I see no harm in taking his company for now. If he continues to run off alone once we reach Korvanjund, the draugr will take care of him for us, simple as that," she said as she walked. The walls of the city rapidly grew closer and it wasn't long before Rosenna stood before the city's massive gates. The two guards flanking them nodded as she approached; the great oaken doors stood open at the moment, so as to let travelers and merchants come and go easily while the markets were still open. Inside the gates, ranks of Whiterun guards could be seen performing drills, a daily practice with the threat of Stormcloak assault now imminent.

"Do either of you have business within the city, or shall we proceed straight to the Bannered Mare?" she asked.