Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150217115838/@comment-32663439-20150219043758

Lucina said "Okay, you can let them come, I guess." She sighed, worrying about what was to come. This 'true reality', the concept confused her. What would this reality be like? Would she wake up in some bed? But, what if she wasn't even a reality, herself? What if she was as false as the world around her? She could be a machination of the 'godhead', and she wouldn't even know. She took a breath, disheartened and somewhat sad.

An audience would be permitted for Damon, so he could speak with the jarl (since the High King is not livin' in Solitude).

(I would advise not trying to mess with the jarl. You fuk wit me, I fuk wit u harder m8 ^_^)

Kodlak grimaced. "I presume it's the alleged son of the Jarl of Falkreath? Do you think it actually is his son?"

"Are you okay, Thryssa?" Kodlak asked worriedly. He was sitting on the end of his cot, facing the wall. His head was now turned to Thryssa.

(Helios, approved.)