Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161119113716/@comment-19164168-20161123114353

There wasn't much going on outside the window Erissa was on, and the street below it. It was largely empty, a shadowy area for shady figures to go through, if it weren't well-guarded by the Stormcloaks.

At least two guards passing by talked about how one of the Gray-Manes' sons were very resentful of Vignar, the Jarl of Whiterun, without so much as solid proof that there was some bad blood between them. Maybe it was likely the son seeking the throne?