Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-5543592-20151005202915

Ragnar entered the city after them, and began marching through Whiterun, towards Dragon's Reach. He doubted he was recognized, except by the more senior officers, but that'd be fine, until he got to the Jarl himself.

He cleared the Plains, Wind, and Cloud district, heading for the great doors of Dragon's Reach itself. He was stopped before he entered by two guards. Ragnar towered over both of the Nords, but they assumed with their numerical advantage and stalwart loyalty, none could best them. Luckily for them, there would be no besting today.

"I need to see the Jarl." Ragnar said.

The guards voice came muffled from his closed helm. "And who would you be to seek an audience with the Jarl.

"Ragnar Heljarchen." The larger Nord replied, his tone commanding. The two guards shared a look, as if that name was vaguely familar, before one disappeared inside the keep, the second keeping watch of Ragnar. The first guard returned moments later, and gave Ragnar a nod.

"Jarl Ketill will see you now." The guard informed Ragnar, who then pushed past the man, and into the keep.

He was unhalted as he passed by the standing guards, past the hearth, and towards the throne. Ragnar stopped at the steps up to the throne, under the gaze of a brooding Jarl.

"Ragnar Heljarchen." The name rolled off of Jarl Ketill's tongue. "You have not been seen in these halls for years."

"They were busy years, my Jarl." Ragnar replied. "And well spent, I assure you."

Ketill nodded. "What brings you to Whiterun?"

"Me and my comrades simply seek a place to spend the night."

The Jarl considered that. "You're a wanted fugitive in the Imperial province.  Who is to say I should not bind you in chains and ship you back to Uriel Septim.  Let alone why I should harbor you."

Ragnar folded his arms and smirked, as if Ketill had just told a witty joke. "I never took you as one to play the Imperials games."

Ketill frowned and waved his hand dismissively. "Eh, yes.  Don't even get me started with that whole debacle, you know what I mean." The Jarl looked to Ragnar again with a neutral expression, and rose to his feet. "I heard of your incarceration in the City." Ketill descended the steps, and extended his hand to Ragnar. The two Nords clasped arms.

"The dogs." Ketill said with a chuckle and a knowing smile. "It is good to see you my friend!" Ketill roared, slapping Ragnar on the shoulder.

Ragnar showed barely a whisper of a emotion, simply bowing his head. "It is good to see you as well, my Jarl."

Ketill rolled his eyes. "I forgot how dreadful you can be.  Yes, your comrades are welcome in my city.  Hah, they are welcome in my hall!" He slapped Ragnar on the shoulder again. "Let them dine with us, you must have many a story to tell!"

"I doubt any you'll believe." Ragnar replied dryly.