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Jofrodr looked to the sabercat. It had been over a month since they first encountered the cub in that cave. He had grown a bit since then. Initially he was the size of a hound, now he was closer to the size of an adult wolf.

"You may be right. He is pretty tame now, but soon enough he will be fully grown and might become dangerous." He noted.

Yorgrim was a rather big town, so it did have a kennelmaster employed by Chief Jaenis.

"We could check with the kennelmaster, maybe he can train the cub." Jofrodr suggested.

Kal spent the next week and a half in Drakefell, waiting for the Jorrvaskr envoy to arrive from Dagastar with her reward.

On her 10th day in the city, the envoy finally arrived.

They walked into the mead hall with the small chest and placed it down in the large feast table.

Their arrival made a crowd gather in the hall for those eager to see the spoils of their mission to Silfrisin.

Randagulf approached them and they presented the chest to him. He looked inside and frowned. "So, she cheated us did she?"

"Aye." The envoy replied. "The Jarl saw it fit to reduce our reward due to the damage sustained to her village."

The other Companions that had gone with Elisiv and her father yelled profanities at the Jarl and cursed her.

Randagulf waved his hand. "No need for such foul words. I knew that initial reward was too good to be true." That was the reason why he hadn't gone with a large force to fight the Orcs. 500 Eyrir a head is way over the usual price for an Orc.

"No matter, this is much closer to the usual pay." He said and reached into the chest. "Kal!" He called to the female mercenary.

When the Stormhawks got off the cog, the ship pulled anchor and set sail to return on its original course for Haafingar.

The captain had dropped them off in the southern coast of the island, near the ruin of Hlarfryse in the eastern glaciers. It would take them about a day's march through the glaciers and the central mountains before they arrived at bay where the Stormhawks made their home, in the old Atmoran settlement of Krakevisa. It was a small village during the time of the Dragons, but was abandoned after the War like the rest of the island settlements. It was also the most isolated of the island ruins, being located in the far north near the Northern Marshes.

Wyrmstooth was far north from Skyrim and thus it's climate was much harsher. If not for the volcanos and volcanic activity, which could be visibly seen from the Steam Pools in the center of the island, the whole island would've likely been just glaciers like those seen in the southeastern part of it. Even in the spring, which it now was, the eastern glaciers were stuck in a permafrost and when the Stormhawks arrived it was snowing.

Harald felt her tightning around him. Instinctively he grabbed her hair and pulled it back as he kept up his movements. She moaned as the Jarl didn't let up.

"My Jaaarl!" She yelled with pleasure.

He pulled her up and kissed her neck, then...

"My....my Jarl!" Another female voice called out.

Harald heard it from the door of his room. The voice was muffled by the door and it sounded different than usual, but he could still tell that it was Holma. "What is it?"

"Ugh...so...sorry to interrupt, but it is urgent." Holma said.

Harald let go of the serving girl that he was bedding, letting her down on the bed, and walked towards the door to his chambers. He opened the door and saw Holma standing in the hall.

She avoided his gaze and shielded her eyes. "Put on some clothes!"

Harald left the door open and went around to a nearby stand and grabbed a fur cloak to cover himself. "What is so urgent that you would interrupt me at a time like this?" He asked, clearly annoyed. He grabbed himself a horn of ale.

Holma walked into the Jarl's chambers and saw the woman in his bed. She was one of the newer servants, only having been working in the palace for the past three months. He's bedding this one as well?

The serving girl grew red and covered herself as her boss was staring daggers into her.

Holma saw that Harald was awaiting an answer so she turned towards him and replied. "You ordered me to get you as soon as Skorm and the other Housecarls returned...."

"They're here?" Harald interrupted.

"They have just arrived, seems they were also in a hurry to see you." The steward replied. "Just...put on some proper clothes first before meeting them. You are a Jarl now..."

"You may be old enough to be my mother, but you aren't her. Don't lecture me." He said before she could go into the same speech about his new responsibilites and how he needed to change his ways to be more like his father. He had heard it multiple times since his coronation.

"Apologies, my Jarl." She muttered.

Harald put down his drink and turned to the serving girl. "You may go."

She nodded and slipped out of the bed.

He watched her gathered her clothes and leave his chambers, before changing himself.

"Bring them to my throne room." He ordered Holma when he was ready.