Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150116143746/@comment-24344819-20150117213113

"Alright. They should be at the stables."

Diane led Roran to the Whiterun stables, where Robent was holding a speech to about 40 armed people. He was just about at the end of it.

"....and this is why we shall throw the Snakemen out of Skyrim!" He concluded. The crowd cheered. Whatever it had been, his speech had been a sucess. Diane sighed annoyed when she saw how motivated the crowd was.

Robent spotted her and Roran and walked over to them with a smile.

"Ah, Diane! We wondered where you had wandered off to but you´re finaly here. While you were away poor Do´Rakshasa had to do all the math. Us three included we make 39. Oh, who is your friend there? Another volunteer?" He stepped closer to Roran and shook his hand.

"Prince Robent of Wayrest." He introduced himself. "If you are truly one of the brave men that wish to liberate Skyrim from the claws of the Snakemen then i will be your superior. We are marching on Gallows Rock first to take it from the Akavir. With you that makes 40 of us."