He held up a hand for a moment, his head shaking, though he gave a small chuckle for reassurance. "No need to call me "Your Grace", lass. Ysmir will do just fine." For someone with so many titles, they all betrayed how casual the Dovahkiin actually was. The only time anybody ever addressed him so formally was when he was dealing with Legion affairs or in the presence of the Greybeards or Paarthurnax. And then, he was usually addressed as "Dragonborn" or "Dovahkiin". It'd become like a second, scaly and impenetrable skin to him, now.
Leading Elissa away from the Gildergreen, they found themselves up the small set of stairs to a longhouse of sorts that almost looked like the underside of a large ship. To the left, one could see the Skyforge just above, with its eagle-shaped rock formation, wings outstretched to frame the famous blacksmith forge. "This entire city was built around that rock formation," he explained, as he opened the door for them both. "I'll show you the Skyforge once we're out. Just inside is the mead hall."
Inside, most of the Companions were absent. They might have been hunting, out on a job, or in the courtyard training with each other. Vignar paced around at his leisure as usual, and Brill was at the table eating a steak. He lead Elissa to the right side of the hall where there was a small staircase leading downward to the living quarters. Once through, the area below the main was large and roomy, with a large hallway that lead to an assortment of bedrooms for the Companions that called Jorrvaskr their home. Down at the end of the hallway was where they would be talking. There was a roomy office, with a couple chairs set at a small table. "Feels good to be back in this office, honestly. A little bittersweet, but good." He wasn't having any regrets of passing the Harbinger's torch to Vilkas, just a little sore at the thought of his predecessor Kodlak.
"The man who was Harbinger of this place before me - Kodlak Whitemane - he was a good man. He was sitting right here in this chair when I first met him, and this is sadly the last place I saw him alive." He was getting off topic, and scratched his head, realigning himself with the present as he shifted in his chair, offering her a seat in the other.. "I wasn't born into royalty, honestly. I'm from a small Nord village south of the border. When I came to Skyrim, we had a bad Civil War going on. I was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up in the back of a carriage with Ulfric Stormcloak and some of his men. My hands were bound. The Imperial Legion thought I might be with Ulfric and his men, so they saw it fit to take me along."