Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-3293219-20141029111502

It wasn't long before the stories of Whiterun's invasion reached the ears of the Mediator. His eyes and ears immediately came to him with the news. He spoke for a good ten minutes or so, as he repeated as many eye witness accounts as they could recall. He sat there, patiently, the lack of light obscured him for a moment, darkening his features, until he leant forward, hoping that he had heard wrong.

The Mediator was revealed to be a Dunmer, somewhat middle aged and weathered, he looked like he'd been through a lot, due to his somewhat wrinkled face and his tired eyes but he was by no means weak or tired in himself. His hair was long and little to no effort was made with his appearance, same story with his beard. He wore an old suit of leather armour, that still managed to look impressive, it had truly stood the test of time.

He slowly sat up and sighed, trying to process this information, without resorting to verbally or physically abusing the messenger.

"Thaik..." He muttered, coldly.

"You can only really expect this kind of shit from him..." He grumbled, dragging his hand across his face as he stood up, looking down at the messenger.

"Get me a carriage, I'll deal with this myself..."

"Are you sure? I can..."

"No! Upstarts like Thaik need to be dealt with properly, now get me my fucking carriage and don't question me again, got it?"

The messenger nodded, nervously, feeling like he had just dodged a bullet and finding himself unable to tell how lucky he was to be alive.

"Yes sir, s-sorry sir."

“Good, glad that we understand eachother, now get the fuck out, I need to think.”

It wouldn't be long until the Mediator arrives and when he did, heads would likely roll.