"Oh, what would I do without the resident alchemist..." Aria felt like hugging Dianna as she took the small vial of pink liquid. Didn't matter how it tasted, the sneezing had to stop! What if something terrible happened, like a bandit raid or a dragon attack? The red-haired young lady pressed her nostrils together and hastily drank the potion before handing the little glass bottle back to Dianna. Sure enough, within but a few moments the swelling around her nose had completely disappeared. And now that there was no danger of sneezing over the alchemist, Aria gave her a short hug. "Thank you~ ...Now, where was I. Oh yes," Turning her eyes upward, Aria noticed the stars seeming to turn black as the night sky in a steady stream of movement, but they became bright again afterwards. That something that caused the disruption was huge.
"There it is...! Did you see it?!" A Whiterun Guard called over to Commander Caius in a hushed tone. "Like I said, all of you with the Odd Jobs should get back indoors - and now." Caius said, boldly as ever even with the threat of what lurked above the city.
Aria fixated her gaze on the figure as it flew South. She jolted in surprise as a roar bursted through the air, flames being spread en masse over to the Western Watchtower that had only just started repairs. Another roar opened up around Riverwood's direction, the flames spreading through the ancient Nordic forest surrounding it. And finally, a newly constructed guard post in the South began to freeze, the icy stream of death lighting up the treeline.
"Damn it! Three... Three of them! Sorjal, get Irileth and tell her we need half the guard force on station here in Whiterun as garrison, ready to fight! Tell her I'm headed West, and we'll get the Companions to fight at the Southern outpost! The forest near Riverwood will just have to wait until we're finished... Move it!" Commander Caius barked as a large amount of guards dressed up in their traditional yellow-coated chainmail ran out of the barracks. They were going to fight a Dragon... A Dragon! Surely enough the Companions would be able to take on their Dragon, those people wouldn't turn down the opportunity to battle with such a beast.
...But Riverwood was unprotected, with only a small force of guardsmen to save the people there. They barely had enough men to fight against a Vampire attack, let alone a damned Dragon. As Caius and his men rushed off, and Housecarl Irileth rudely awoke the Companions, Aria started giving her comrades a challenging expression. This night, innocent blood would be spilled unless somebody gave priority to Riverwood's defence.
"What do you guys say? Sit this out, or go see what Dragons are made of...?" Aria asked, her usually calm tone having turned a little rougher. Her bored expession had become 'game-on'. While the Odd Jobs might not seem like a bunch suited to fighting impossible battles, Aria and Cronic themselves have been known to beat unbeatable odds during the earliest days of the business' existence. "I imagine the reward for slaying a dragon is a.. hefty amount," she added, making sure to get the word 'profitable' in.