Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190308021409

"Best to let them be, they have a complicated history." Skorm told Kane.

"Follow me and I'll show you to the barracks. You haven't said your oath of service yet, but I can show you where you'll be staying while we're here." The housecarl said, then gestured for Agrunac to follow. "You too Stinralg."

Agrunac nodded and followed the Atmoran.

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Harald put his armor back on, then said with a solemn voice. "How's father?"

Olaf shook his head. "Not well, the illness has progressed much. He won't have long."

The two brothers were intimately aware of how this illness, called the Winter Worn, acted. It had killed their mother many years ago when she caught it during a pregnancy. It is an illness that proliferates during the unforgiving winters of Skyrim and usually only afflicts those most vulnerable, the young, the old, expecting mothers and the already sick. There was no known cure for the illness so victims just waste away until finally passing on.

"Which is why you need to prepare yourself, Harald. Soon enough you will sit upon Ysgramor's throne." Olaf stated.

"You have no right to tell me of my responsibilities brother, but unlike you I know my duty." Harald said. He brushed Olaf aside and went to check on his father.

"Sure, you followed me. The least I could do is follow you." Jof stated.

He asked around and learned that the smith was near the western gates. He headed there and spotted Relan right away working on his magical forge.

"That's no ordinary forge to be sure." Jof commented as he approached Relan.