Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20160428143857/@comment-29458028-20160501021657

Michaelis walked into the jarl's longhouse without even a knock, as he held out his hand after throwing the bloody head of the werewolf at the feet of the local jarl, installed recently after the Thalmor were kicked out of Skyrim finally about 10 years ago, a smirk plastered on his face. The steward looked like he wanted to slap the young vampire for his disrespect, but handed him a pouch of coins anyway.

"I've taken care of your werewolf problem for now. Try to avoid calling for me again."

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Other than the encounter, the wilds of Falkreath hold seemed peaceful enough. Or maybe it wasn't...