Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-25418438-20170607180339

Rodrik felt his blade in his sheathe weighing heavily upon his side as he walked through the streets of Windhelm, thoughts of leaving the Stormcloaks still flooded his mind, although now upon the rumours of recent Falmer attacks he was beginning to reconsider.

Aemilius Sotorious snarled as he rode alongside his brother's carriage on the road to Windhelm, the big brute hated playing bodyguard to his brother upon his trips to foreign lands on behalf of the bankers' guild, but the guild payed too well to ignore. He could fight three times in the arena of Kvatch and still not make as much as he would completing this simple job of protecting his kin whilst he surveys the banks of Skyrim.