Lianda reads over the letter from her older sister with some suspicion. Ena's never been overly friendly, but perhaps this is an olive branch as well as a request for help...

Regardless, she'll respond. Luckily, Falkreath isn't too far from her home in Whiterun - about eight hours' travel walking. She says farewell to her children, asks Lydia to watch over them and the home, and sets out in the early morning.

She arrives at the gate as the day is starting to fade. The guards eye her with some suspicion, but let her through. She looks around, then walks over to the inn her sister had specified. It's clearly seen better days.

When she enters, Ena stands from her table and waves her over.

"I'm glad you could make it," she says quietly.

Quick hug. "So am I. Luckily the courier caught me while I was in Whiterun. What's this about werewolf attacks?"

"It's as I said. Mysterious deaths. The town's shaken pretty badly. I think the jarl's planning on hiring a mercenary, but they'll be no one of your caliber - this town isn't exactly rich."

"I'll talk to the jarl and see what I can do," she says reassuringly. "Attacks like these can't be allowed to continue."

"That's all I can ask. What've you been up to lately, anyways? It's been forever since we last talked..."

She updates Ena on her life - though Ena's fairly vague on questions about her own - and then gets a bed at the inn. (Ena claims not to have room where she's staying). 

The next morning, bright and early, she approaches the jarl's longhouse.

A guard greets her at the entrance.

"You expected?"

"Not yet. I've heard about your... recent troubles, and would like to offer my help with the problem, though."

"You're a mercenary then?"

"Not quite. My sister lives nearby, and asked for my help. I do have experience in solving mysteries and in fighting various beasts, though."

"Hm. Okay." He sends another guard into the hall to announce her. "Who is your sister?"

"Ena. I'm not sure where exactly she lives, only that's she's been here a few months."

"Sounds familiar. Not many Redguards in town."

"Yes. I'd imagine she stands out a bit."

"A bit." He waits a bit before continuing. "What do we call you then?"

"Oh - sorry. Lianda. Whiterun's newest Thane."

"Should have lead with that."

He opens the door for her.

"Yeah, sorry, still getting used to this whole Thaneship thing."

She left her (visible) weapons in the inn (and they can hardly strip her of her Voice), so she enters without bothering to check anything at the door.

The Steward addresses her. "You're the one interested in fixing our werewolf problem?"

"This is Thane Lianda of Whiterun."

Nenya blinks at him for a moment before looking back to her.

"Well. Please come forward. The Jarl will be eager to speak with you."

"Thank you." She walks forward. 

Jarl Siddgeir sits on his throne looking vaguely stressed. He stares at her when she walks up.

"You don't look like much, girl. You're going to kill our werewolf?"

"This is Whiterun's Thane, my jarl. Thane Lianda."