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Kodlak shook Etaret's hand. "I hope today the winds blow in our favor," he said. His jaw was set firmly. Bjørg shook Etaret's hand as well. A grimace was on his face. "Something tells me that it will be a very close Moot."

Fjorik shook Etaret's hand, still looking a bit nervous. Fjorik was decently young for his position, but his father had taught him well. At most, he was 23; at least 18. The burden of his position was great, but he seemed to be handling it well.

Slagar nodded to Etaret, his hands in his cloak. He gave Qa'do a glance.

The three nords and the khajiit said "Aye, Siris for Jarl of Winterhold."