Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-5583506-20150620172451

When Arngrim woke up some few hours later he found Mystara sitting at the counter of the inn, slowly stirring her flagon with a wooden spoon. He wasn't the least sorry for his refusal. She would be better off without him... at least he hoped so. He needed her as his advisor, not as his mistress. War was his mistress... and he had an appointment with her sooner than he would wish to have.

"I have a mission for you to carry out", he said, not even acknowledging the events that had taken place last night.

She flinched, seemingly eager to please. "O-of course!" she stuttered nervously. "Anything."

He placed the letters next to her. "I need you to deliver these to the guard barracks here in Falkreath. They contain every information needed to form a contract which binds the disgruntled guards in my favour. If they fight for me, I will share any loot we might come across during our raids against bandits, Reachmen and Orcs with them."

"Certainly", she said as she grabbed the letters and rose up from her seat, but not before he grabbed her by the arm. She looked at him in confusion.

"You are a good lass, Mystara", he said with a simple nod. "Loyal and true. Never forget that, because I haven't."

She swallowed hard and gave him a nod back before heading out from the inn. Arngrim sat down by the counter and let himself drown in his own thoughts and plans. A war was coming, and he would gladly be at the front when it did.