Ildrun drew her sword as a magelight was cast from near the rocks at the Imperial walking towards the rocks, and an arrow flying towards the Argonian soon after. She immediately looked behind herself to make sure there weren't any other assailants trying to surround the camp, a few moments later she was satisfied that there was only the one near the rocks. She turned back to the scene to see that the Argonian had been hit by the arrow and was tending to his wounds. The Imperial didn't seem to have any serious wounds, though Ildrun was sure that he was having a hard time seeing.

Ildrun, waited tensely for a few moments, waiting to see if there would be any more attacks. When nothing happened sh sighed in relief and sheathed her sword, it seemed that the group had merely startled someone and they would not be attacked by a large group. *Good*, she thought, *I would rather get warm by the fire and sleep than fight this night*. She stepped forward carefully and made sure to seem as non-threatening as possible, she didn't want to be mistaken for an assailant, and simply said, “Hello, I am Ildrun. I was hoping that I might share your fire this night, if that's all right.”