Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125115222/@comment-17114085-20150223135054

It didn't take long, the Redguard finished the scimitar within a few minutes. He then out the sword to cool in a bucket of water.

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"So, Thonar. Is he?" Balfring asked.

"Dead, aye." Thongvor said.

"So, your heir is the boy then. Your son?" Balfring asked.

"Aye, he is." Thongvor answered.

"Lucky that you found him right after your brother was killed. Else your heir would've been me and my kin." Balfring said nonchalantly.

Thongvor caught on to what he was implying. "This has nothing to do with you inheriting the Reach. I just found the son I never knew was born and my brother was murdered in my own Keep by barbarians. This isn't a plot to keep you from the Jarldom. You even suggesting that is an affront to my honor." He sounded a bit angry.

Balfring looked at him. He was younger than the elderly Jarl, in his early 40s, however his hair was as grey as Thongvor's. Same as Eignach's would turn into in a year or so.

"Just look at the boy, his features are clearly those of a Silver-Blood. Hell he looks almost exactly like I did at his age. Only difference is those tattoos." Thongvor continued.

Balfring waved his hand. "Whatever you say. If you want to hand the Forsworn the Reach be my guest. But I will be there when Ulfric reclaims it and needs someone to sit the granite throne of Markarth."