Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191112122129

"We should keep in mind to get some herbs or something to help him next time we ride a boat." Jofrodr noted. This was the second time that Tannr had gone with them on a ship. Though thankfully this time the trip was much shorter.

It took half a day for them to reach the capital from Yorgrim.

It was night time when they arrived, but the city was still booming with activity, much more than the last time they visited it before departing for that Orc Quest. There was a huge camp set up beside the Ice Quarter of the city, hundreds of tents lined the riverside and campfires lit up the night.

"Shor's bones, so many tents." Jofrodr was rather shocked. "There must be people from all over Skyrim here."

He tried to make out the colors of the banners flying over the tents and noticed some that bore the crest of Solstheim.

''I wonder if my clansmen are here as well. Haven't seen any of them in years.'' Jof thought. Last time he had seen any of his clan members was before he went to the College. They weren't particularly enthused about him going there. Solstheimers didn't mix well with the people from the continent.

Yslenor nodded. "It was likely the first time Queen Mairesse was learning about this as well."

Being a child of the Arch-Curate, she was more than aware of the fact that the queen was little more than a figurehead for her father's government, just as the monarchs before her have been since the death of the Snow Prince centuries ago.

"Come, we mustn't keep him waiting." Yslenor gestured.

She led the Half-breed to a chamber at the top of the large cathedral-like building where they were currently, the Ilinhame Chantry. The whole top-level were the private quarters of the Arch-Curate.

"Lady Yslenor." The guards bowed their heads and let her and Karyor inside.

From his experience with the elves so far, Karyor could tell that the other Falmer treated Yslenor expectionally well. More so than her position required, as even people of the same rank as her seemed to treat her as their superior.

They were in a living room with a fireplace, surrounded by a seating area. Yslenor took a seat on one of the couches to await the Arch-Curate.

"No, I haven't had a chance to talk much with him. He has been spending a lot of time with the militia recently. However, in our training duels he always uses lightning magic." Elisiv replied.

Gudmund's laughter cut through the nightly banter among the Companions. He was likely already on his third or fourth mug of mead and he was a loud drunk.

Elisiv ignored the Huntmaster, he wasn't too close to where she and Kal were sitting so it wasn't bothering her.