Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150102153314/@comment-32663439-20150104122630

Lucina said "And let that tree be planted by the rivers of water, and its leaves never wither." Her eye was glowing bright (one way it glows is from intense emotion) and she embraced him again. Tears of joy began to flow.

Kodlak said "Lucien, if you plan to stay in Skyrim, then you should help it. It's obvious to everyone that your Black Fang is not simply a group of mercenaries, nor is it a normal army. Your weavers are a unique bunch, gifted in the methods of killing. They aren't anything hidden or special, though. But if this national army is added, the Black Fang would need to add some of their forces as well. They would not recieve exceptional pay above the rest. The Black Fang is different, not special. As Etaret said, we all make sacrifices here."

Kodlak sighed. He massaged his forehead. "Lucien, you are a smart man. You know that everything comes with a price. Skyrim needs to be united, one way or another. And that is under the banner of a united Skyrim, not two banners of Black Fang and Skyrim. The Black Fang needs to be a part of Skyrim, too. And that requires sacrifices. Whether Etaret becomes High King or not, you do need to listen to the laws of Skyrim. The Black Fang is not above this land, no matter what you feel about it. I do not mean to offend you or your organisation, Lord Lucien. But you need to see all of this on equal grounds with us." Kodlak looked very serious. And it was a serious matter indeed.

Slagar leaped up, brandishing Chillrend at Qa'do's throat. "Who are you? What do you want?"

(HDS, accepted.)