Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-17114085-20170525112621

The guards that approached the two Redguards were led by the High Queen's Steward, Mera Ironkettle. Her family had been servants to the Stormcloaks for generations. Mera was a young woman, in her early 20s, with a fair skin, light green eyes and pale blonde hair. Despite being a steward, she still wore armor, Hide in the style of the Ancient Nords. Her hair was parted in the middle, leaving two bangs off the side and the back was tied in a pony tail. She had no scars, with gave away the fact that the Steward had never seen battle.

"Greetings, friends." She said. Her tone was friendly and cheerful, making her seem rather upbeat. "I welcome you to Windhelm, and to Skyrim."

The Nords have had good relations with the Redguards ever since the 1st Great War, as they respected them for succeeding from the Empire. Their alliances in the 2nd Great War and the Stormcrown Rebellion only further developed that friendship between the two nations.

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Erich lost any doubts when he saw the axe. Right away he could tell that it was the axe was legend, it certainly looked the part. "Well I'll be damned, you were right."

Rigmor chuckled. "When have I ever been wrong?"

The friend raised an eyebrow and gave Rigmor a stare. "Need I list the times our adventures have gone sideways?"

That only made Rigmor laugh more. "Fine fine, you've got me. But hey, this time I was right." He reached into the tomb and grabbed the axe, though as he tried to pull it he wasn't able to get it out of the deadman's grip. He pulled harder and it seemed like it was working, but suddenly the deadman pulled the axe back. "Shit." Rigmor muttered.

Rikvard's eyes opened and the deadman pushed Rigmor away. "Wo dardro stora fin unslaad praan do Rikvard!"