Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-7262318-20170222002315

Fjola sighed woefully as she looked on at what was once her home. "Why us... Akatosh, why us..."

"Where is Audmor?" Dalacon said.

"Dal, give the woman a-"

"She can mourn after we've caught the traitor," Dalacon spat at Dar'Zah, who gave a cold glare in return. "Now, I have a hunch that you and your family have seen Audmor recently. One of them said he was in Riften. Is that right?

Tears were streaming down the girls face. "Please, he didn't mean for this to happen..."

"It doesn't matter if he meant for this to happen, just tell me if he's in Riften or not."

Fjola slowly and solemnly shook her head yes. "We... we got some money together, and a paid an old family friend to set him up there."

"Who?"

Fjola swallowed. "The Black-Briars..."

"Ah... Smart..." Dalacon murmured. "So I supposed our next stop is Riften then."

Hafnir nodded, approaching the girl. "I'm sorry for your losses. We'll make sure that your family is honored. Gwyneth, fetch your horse. Fjola, I'll be sending you back to the city..."

Fjola nodded. "Can you help my father on board?"

"Your father? He-"

"I carried him back into the forest when you fought Jag," She explained.

Hafnir breathed a sigh of relief. At least, then, more than one Ice-Fist would survive this horrifying ordeal. "Okay. Markos, help me with Jolvan. The rest of you, prep up and get ready to move. We'll stop in Bruma and rest for the evening."