Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-9075949-20160706195953

Felix was currently training, sparring with a soldier in full plate armour. They were quite evenly matched, before Felix managed to find an opening in his powerful shield stance, and took him by surprise

"Bam! You would be dead by now." he grinned, pointing his sword at a soft spot between his head and collarbone.

"Yes, sir. I will work on that then." he said, nodding. Felix continued training on a dummy. As he was closing in on a heavy strike, he was startled by a messenger, which caused him to break his sword, by striking the stone behind the dummy

"Dammit!" he exclaimed, as he turned to the messenger "Yes?" he said

"I'm sorry, M'Lord, I-I didn't mean to interrupt, I simply-"

"Just tell me what is it." Felix responded

"A letter, from the Jarl of Markarth, M'Lord." he said, handing the letter, bowing, and leaving. Felix read the letter, and nodded in approval. He then walked over to Olgierd, who was standing next to Amorth, talking in Castle Dour.

"Olgierd, get the town ready, and put smiles on the peoples' faces. The Jarl of Markarth is visiting."

"Yes, My Lord." he responded, walking down towards the Blue Palace.

"My Lord, I have had increased reports of the Stormcloaks mobilising down in the Pale. Their forces increased in size greatly, and seem to pose a threat to Hjaalmarch, although they don't seem like occupying it any time soon."

"I see. Tell me if you learn anything else." Felix said

(Timeskip?)