Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-24449631-20141122161346

“So you’re saying our aid came too late?” Laila said somewhat annoyed, resting her head between her thumb and index finger.

“I’m afraid so, my Jarl” Felund said as he rested one foot on the steps leading to her throne while also holding his hand on the pommel of his sword.

“Damnit! They should have listened.” The jarl said as she coughed.

It sounded quite unhealthy.

“Are you alright?” Felund wanted to said, wishing to go up and help her but she quickly refused his help by gesturing with her hand.

“No, no… I’m fine.”

“I’m just… I’m starting to get old, Felund.”

“I can feel it.”

Her steward and captain remained silent.

“So, What happened then?” She was anxious to hear the continuation of the story.

“Well, my men and I tried to help some of them to safety, by escorting them to Falkreath, although there wasn’t much to save. Most of them had been killed”

“I had a scout check the fort.” Felund continued.

“It had been completely rendered useless. It was clear it wasn’t just any unorganised bandit raid, but a direct and deadly attempt at eradicating the regulators. Probably by Damasus. But there’s no direct proof linking him to the assassins that were hired.”

Laila grinned sourly, as if that last part mattered.

“I don’t care about ‘proof’ Felund. It is obvious he was behind it. Who else had to gain but him and his monopoly on crime.”

She stood up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It makes me sick and tired. First I had to fight corruption in my own keep and now this.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Felund cleared his throat.

<p class="MsoNormal">“After we arrived in Falkreath, we parted ways but I swore to help him still.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“And I intend to do that aswell” the Jarl turned to her Steward.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you know where they are now?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Felund scratched his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">“Eum, I doubt very much they are still in Falkreath, they talked about Helgen once... Although I think I can find them again if I pick up the trail there.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“well good. But I don’t want you to go, I want this courier to go.” The jarl appointed one of the Bretons in her court.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve written this deed, which would give them claim over the land just next to the north gate. All the way up to the first watch tower.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Perhaps they can built their OWN new base there. Close to the walls of Riften, away from the wilderness. Safe.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The regulators could be to Riften what the Companions once were to Whiterun.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The jarl went back to her throne.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do you say?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Felund seemed to like the idea very much.

<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t realise he had started nodding his head in approval, but after she had done speaking he did concur.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Absolutely! It seems only fair.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Good. I’ll have the administrative mess being taken care of by my accountants.”

<p class="MsoNormal">She then pressed the seal of Riften on the letter and gave it to the courier.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Bring this to Sebastian de Rochefort”

<p class="MsoNormal">The young lad nodded and with haste left the keep.