Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190919120619

When Lars arrived at the mead hall, he found that the Companions were busy training in the back. He could hear the grunts of the sweaty and tired Companions as they hacked away at each other and at training dummies under the watchful eye of Huntmaster Gudmund.

"You call that a swing?! Put your back into it!" Gudmund's loud and brutish voice echoed off the city walls.

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"As I said before, Thane Egil already conducted a search for this black skeleton. Our best bet would be to go ask him first before going out into the wilderness searching for the monster. It has been a while since the sighting so there might not be any clues left out there for us to find." Elisiv said.

"The Captain has gone off to speak to the Jarl. Until he comes back or gives the order to head to the capital, we are free to go about our business." Helgi replied.

"We could earn ourselves some eyrir by doing some quests." Jofrodr suggested. "We have to wait for Tannr's training to be done anyway."

"Oh, you decide to train the cub?" Helgi asked.

The Dagastar native gave him a weird look at the mention of Roscrea. The people of Skyrim didn't have much contact with the residents of that island. The only interractions any Skyrim locals had with the island was when they sent their tributes there for the Kings of Atmora every couple months. It was the Roscreans' responsibility to bring that tribute to the homeland of the Atmorans.

Nonetheless, he answered Hefndir. "Snow Elves? Aye, everyone here on the mainland knows were they live. In Mereth far to the south in the Rift."

(Hefndir should know this information as well. It's pretty common knowledge.)