Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-17114085-20150908002637

Kyrnil walked right past Jorvaskr, he had to intention of talking to his father at that moment. ''It doesn't matter though. ''He thought as he walked through Whiterun. He people there knew him and would surely tell his father that he was back. As he walked through the market he could already hear them muttering his name. He decided to cross that bridge when he got there and walked up to Dragonsreach. The guards let him through and he walked over to the Jarl's throne at the end of the great hall.

"Jarl Eydis" he called.

"Kyrnil, it has been some time since you've been to Whiterun. Here to mend things up with your father?" She asked.

The Nord shook his head. "No, I have other business. I was in Riften..."

"Oh, I know. News travels fast, especially when it involves the famous Kyneson killing hundreds of Resdaynians in the defense of Riften." The Jarl interupted. She was a young Jarl, only a little older than Kyrnil. Her father recently passed away and she took the throne.

"That is an exaguration. I only killed like 50 or so." Kyrnil pointed out.

"Still." She said. "That is an impressive number. So, Kyrnil. What do you require of me?"

"Like I was saying. Riften needs reinforcements. Since your hold doesn't border Resdayn I thought that you could send some soldiers there to aid Jarl Holgunn." He explained.

"I may not border Resdayn but I do border the Reach. Those Daedric worshipping barbarians are always raiding our borders. I cannot lend Holgunn too many of my forces." She shifted in place on her throne. "But I supposed I could spare 30, maybe 40 guards. The Rift is in more danger than Whiterun after all."

Kyrnil bowed. "Thank you, Jarl Eydis."

"I will send them within the week." She added. "Is that all?"

Kyrnil nodded. "I will be going then." The large Nord exited Dragonsreach and came face-to-face with another Nord. One that smelled of mead and who's hair was already gray.

He was shorter than Kyrnil, but their faces looked much alike. His eyes were green and there were still a few strands of brown in his beard. While the Nord was in his 50s, he was still very muscular. His armor was that of the Companions and on his back was the fabled battleaxe Wuuthrad. "Came all the way to Whiterun and you didn't stop by to see your old man." He said.