Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191119135013

Due to where their camp had been set up, Kal and Elisiv had to first cross the Great Bridge before entering the city. The Great Bridge of Vindhelm was a massive grey-stone bridge that spanned the width of the White River. It was one of two ways into the city, the other being through the docks in the Ice Quarter. Almost two kilometers long, and being tall enough to allow longships to pass underneath, the bridge was the largest in Skyrim.

"Wow, I wasn't able to get a good look at the bridge last night when we came in but it's so long." Elisiv noted.

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Lars didn't have much time to spend training the militia during the trip, as their trip to Vindhelm had taken less than a week and most of their time was spent on the boats.

After they arrived in Vindhelm the militia, along with the rest of the army, spent most of their time loitering. A few drills were carried out just so the soldiers didn't get too restless and others were sent on patrol or hunting to catch fresh game. Training itself wasn't something they did at the city, especially since there was little space for such activities in their cramped camps outside the city.

On the day after their arrival, Lars saw that Jarl Ivar, the Harbinger and Captain Gunnar had all gone into the city. Gudmund had been left in charge of the Companion camp while it seemed like Thane Egil was in charge of the Jarl's camp.

"I've never heard of such a place. Can you elaborate?" Yslenor asked. She figured that Wyrmstooth was the name the Atmorans gave to this place. Without a description of it there was no way for them to know what place Karyor was talking about.

"Humans are lucky to live half a century." The Arch-Curate retorted. Karyor's explanation of his family only seemed to make things worst as Torvus seemed quite angry now. "This wife of yours, Lynrae was it? She is a degenerate. No normal woman would mate with a boy. If she was here I'd have her arrest and lashed for something so vile."

Karyor was speaking to two priests, one of whom was the leader of the Falmer clergy, he seemed to have forgotten that. Torvus in particular seemed to have a very strict set of morals.

While she agreed with him, Yslenor knew that insulting Karyor's supposed wife wasn't going to get him to open up to them about this secret hideout of Falmer that he lived in. "Father, maybe you should ease up on him."

Torvus didn't even look at her. "We are in the presence of a stranger, Yslenor, so you will address me as befitting my station." His voice was stern.

"I'm sorry, Arch-curate. I mispoke." Yslenor straightened herself. "Your holiness, I don't believe that antagonizing the boy will get us anywhere."

"It won't, but everytime this boy opens his mouth I wonder why I shouldn't disintegrate him where he stands..." The Arch-Curate paused and collected himself. His demeanor turned much calmer. "I'm letting my personal feelings get the better of my judgement. I will be leaving him in your care."

The Arch-Curate left the room, leaving Karyor there with the female Curate.

Yslenor sighed when he was gone. ''It's a good thing he left. I've never seen father so hostile to anyone before.''