Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24696651-20160625002154/@comment-24760123-20160717061324

5th of Second Seed

Jarl Talin Redoran, a Nord/Dunmer halfbreed, sat on the Mournful Throne of Silverhelm, his High Scholar and General seated to the left and right of him, respectively.

"Tanel, how are our soldiers?" Talin addressed his Dunmer General, Tanel Avalenar.

"We have a thousand ready, but we can only devote 800 to conquest, due to keeping up our Garrisons."

Talin nodded. He turned to Aenar Ice-Helm,

"Aenar, how's the state of Silverhelm?"

The Nord High Scholar cleared his throat. "Our current income is 30,000 each month, from our business. Lyris is still charming the pants off every man in Silverhelm, and Jorunn is taking a nap."

Talin smiled. "So, it's the same as always."

"Yes, my Jarl." Aenar nodded, returning to his studies.

Talin sat back on the throne, until Tanel asked for him. "Jarl Talin?"

"Yes, General?"

"We need to discuss Karthspire. I believe we may have enough troops to take it. But I'm not completely sure. I sent for Leliana, so she could take a look at it..."