Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170101024046/@comment-2165692-20170108011916

"Hmh, just make sure you deliver." Nazrei said as she passed 500 septims to J'rassi Khajiit are fast but can't outrun a thunderbolt, hope he doesn't try anything.

She then turned to the guard "So far there's only one. But I didn't see it myself, I know it happened recently perhaps yesterday or before?"

Delphine spoke "Nobody here was at Helgen, the three who did left a while ago. First one to leave was a young girl, said to actually be the Dragonborn herself. Second was a Stormcloak soldier, I think he was named Ralof, apparently headed for Windhelm. Lastly was an Imperial soldier, Hadvar, went on his way to Solitude."

The same sights that met the earlier visitors also met Cyrian, the stench of fire, rotting corpses and burnt everything. The air was filled with dust and corpses spread out all over the ruined town. The first thing to meet Cyrian was a legless, half-eaten Imperial soldier, before his death he had been dragging himself towards the exit, as explained by the trail of his own blood behind him. The insides of helgen was painted red in the blood of the inhabitants.