Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141125120454/@comment-5583506-20141209022035

Jaqueline stared out over the city walls. She had heard about what had happened and that was something which worried her. During Garm's reign on the throne of Solitude they had never been threatened like this before. She feared where this was going...

"Breton girl likes to think, yes?" purred a voice behind her.

"Oh! Hello there, Najiima", said Jaqueline nervously as the Khajiit pirate came creeping up on her.

"Khajiit sees that you are troubled, girl. But it shouldn't worry. Our king, Dog of Iron, has everything under control. He will deal with this problem in no time. You will see, yes?"

Jaqueline merely nodded. She found it somewhat amusing that during all her years fighting alongside Garm in battle, the Khajiit had never learned to call him by his right title "the Iron Hound".

"Who do you think it is?" asked Jaqueline.

"Someone foolish", yawned Najiima and stretched her arms out over the parapet. "Someone who hasn't learned where the symbol of our flag derives from. It doesn't depict a flayed dog for nothing, no?"

Jaqueline swallowed. She knew all too well. Even though she admired Garm and his rule, she found his way to humiliate his foes rather intimidating. She couldn't even begin to picture the pain of being flayed alive. Even though she knew that Garm only flayed those who were already dead and then used their corpses to set an example, there were men among his armies who did it whether they were dead or not.

Black Tommard, for example... She shuddered. Even her mother hadn't liked him when she had still been alive.

"Do you think he will give up?"

"Give up what?" asked the Khajiit.

"His ways. You know, the flaying..."

The Khajiit female looked at her as if she had said something funny. "If this one can be honest she believes that even the Dog of Iron himself doesn't like the flaying. But he has a frightening image to uphold and therefore he continues with these ways nonetheless. This one doesn't like it either and has refused to participate in such acts during the times of war. Najiima is a proud pirate of the seas, not a barbarian with a thing for shaving skin."

Najiima peered over her own shoulder to make sure that no one was looking. "You will see that he will give up his dirty ways sooner or later. He just needs a queen to rule beside him, that's all. A female's firm hand to calm the dog. Ha ha! No?"

Jaqueline couldn't help to laugh as well. Najiima certainly had a way with words and were more well-spoken than any other Khajiit within the Gorehound army. "Do you think he will marry?"

Najiima wrinkled an eyebrow. "Him? Nah... This one is unsure of that. It's not that he is bad looking or anything. He simply hasn't the personality for it, that's all. If a female was to marry him, she would have to put up with his temper, his bitterness and respect his wishes to be alone whenever he wants to, and of course the grinding."

"Ah", said Jaqueline. "Of course."