Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20150312070304/@comment-24942837-20150314144053

Torolf silently approached Falkreath in a carriage.

"You know, a lotta people are comin' here nowadays for the funeral of the Dragonborn. In my opinion, they should've buried him in Solitude. I mean, the place is both capital of Skyrim and it's the Empire's Headquarters in Skyrim. Not to mention, he's the Thane there-- well, actually, he's the Thane everywhere-- but still, he sided with the Empire too. He could have been buried right beside High King Torygg, in my opinion. No offense to the locals, but Falkreath is built like a town, not a hold." The Carriage Driver went on and on about how the Dovahkiin should have been buried within Solitude's Hall of the Dead, close to Torygg's body.

When they reached Falkreath, Torolf hopped out and silently entered the local inn. When the door opened, the first thing he saw where two people ready to kill each other. He shrugged sadly.

"Suppose this is what life has come to without the Dragonborn," The Ranger whispered softly. He sat down in a chair, close by the fighting and the door, as well as the fire to warm himself up. Reaching in his satchel, he pulled out some White Gold Tower he'd recently bought from Riften. Although what was currently happening in the Nord's home province, he couldn't help but smile lightly as the taste of the alcohol.