Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-16669347-20141030164706

(There is a gate at the front of the bridge now and one in the middle. Thank your pal Tarrov for the extra defenses you'll have to get through.)

"Sir, the men at front gate number one have been attacked! Some firre mage!" One of Etaret's guards told him.

With an annoyed growl Etaret ran and gathered a few Templars as well as his old friend Gaius, who was staying in Windh- elm for now, and went to confront the mage. Upon seeing his burnt, ashy, visage Etaret knew who he was dealing with. His spies had collected as much information as they could on the ex-leader of Falkreath.

"Adawulf Sea-Born, ex Jarl of Falkreath. Why do you come here? Have I wronged you in some way? Or perhaps you heard Heather Battle-Mane lived here and wanted to give yourself up to her out of guilt for the torture she endured under you?" Etaret asked. He drew his sword but kept it lowered.