Ildrun sighed with relief when she saw the flicker of a campfire, she had left Whiterun to join with the Dovahfeyn only to be informed that they had left by the time she had got to Ivarstead. She knew that she would be able to catch up with them, a single person being faster than a group, but traveling alone these days was dangerous and she had no desire to become a target for a dragon or group of bandits. She started forward again but then slowed, her common sense overriding her desire to get warm, she didn't know if this was the Dovahfeyn or a group of ruffians. She decided to wait behind a rock for a little to listen what was going on, though she desperately wanted to warm herself by the fire. So she bundled herself up near one of the pools, which provided some warmth. After a little bit of listening, catching a few phrases of talk here and there, she decided that even if they weren't the Dovahfeyn, at least they probably weren't bandits. She stood up again and walked back towards the camp, and as she came in view she saw the group. An Argonian was standing alert and facing away from her. Ildrun jumped when the Argonian shouted at someone who was behind the rocks and her hand immediately went to her sword, though she did not draw it, and she waited to see what would happen.