Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170817084409/@comment-24736819-20170918021930

Ash'Shabar and Albah'ith were glad to see their own carriage again in Helgen. While Albah'ith, filled with excitement to write down his discoveries, mainly the mechanical dwemer dragon, chose to find a quiet place away from everyone and everything, Ash took the opportunity to visit the Inn alongside the rest of the group.

Curiously, the young envoy wasn't acting the way he had early on the journey. He seemed shaken and the recent events, the falmer revolution and the snow elves reappearance, should be the reason for it... except that wasn't entirely true. He eyed the sheathed scimitar on his waist and muttered in an angry tone:

"Don't even bother trying, you won't be going anywhere.", he felt weak, drained from his joy and lifeforces even more than a exhausted person should be.

Ash placed a couple of golden pieces above the counter and asked for the strongest drink the barkeep kept as he sat in a chair mostly separated from the others.

"Finally!", Brun let out, "Windhelm, the crib of Skyrim."

The Countess laughed, quite hysterically, at his remark, "You never cease to surprise me with that foolishness, mr Brun. So, finally ready to get rid of me, eh?"

"Indeed I am. There is not one thing I wish more than see you taken from my hands.", the nord chuckled.

The Countess silence made him think that he had won their little word duel, but in actuality, the serial killer had simply chosen to marvel at the guard. She knew something about him, which he did not and that made her feel excited.

Brun arrived at the High Queen's not so humble abode and immediately searched for someone to report.