Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24793042-20150820043328/@comment-10197675-20150914202539

Back in Riften....

The Jarl looked at the hooded man with an angered expression, "What do you want?". The thief looked down at the weak leader, almost feeling pity for his state. "Answers, we want answers for your betrayal Jarl Stringle, we want to know why you have abandoned the guild and why you want us all dead. I want answers for your foolish decisions, not only towards the guild, but towards Riften and why you have riddled this city with filth, no value lies here anymore. I want to know how a Nord like you became the Jarl of Riften."

The Jarl sat not responding to the thief in a stubborn state. The Thief then knelt down as he sort further words, "Tell me... Jarl, and then I shall tell you of the whereabouts of your Steward." The Jarl stared down at the hard cold stone floor that he sat upon, he grumbled, "The Guild means nothing to me anymore, all of you will die and everyone situated with the guild will die!

The Thief stood back up folding his arms, "Well I guess that makes your Steward a dead man then... haha, because he is a thief now, taking part in quite a major job, in fact he is to steal King Valerian's Crown which he will bring back to Riften for the Guild to keep and present. And he has agreed to blame you, Jarl Stringle, the King will want your head."

Stringle looked at the thief in despair, "But-but Riften be invaded if you try to steal the King's crown, Solitude will demand war... I-I will be killed, you will be killed... Blackwire would not do something this foolish!" The Thief started to chain the Jarl in shackles attached to the wall, " Anyone will do anything for abit of coin my friend." The thief then exited the room as he gradually walked away from the echoing screams and yells of a trapped and angered Nordic Jarl.