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Bjolmar's jaw clenched even tighter with fury. Novo shot Daithi a nasty glare but kept his attention focused on the Jarl's nephew to continue pleading his case.

"Do not listen to them, milord. They are no more your allies than I am," the necromancer reminded him, gaining a little more confidence. "While your Empire-supporting elven friend there has a rough idea of what I can offer, he doesn't know anything, yet."

Bjolmar was having none of it. With one hand, he reached down and grabbed the necromancer by the neck, bringing him to his feet and lifting him off the ground while continuing to keep him pinned to the wall. The Imperial struggled and attempted to pry the Nord's iron grip from his throat, but Bjolmar held fast.

"Speak quickly, worm," Bjolmar ordered, his hold on the necromancer's throat tightening.

Novo continued to struggle, choking. Bjolmar's hand began to close in a vice grip, threatening to strangle the necromancer and end it once and for all.

"The Bear... lives," the former High Chancellor managed to choke out. Bjolmar's grip ceased to tighten but was still as strong and crushing as the claws of an eagle, and the necromancer was still clawing for breath as Bjolmar silently considered whether or not this faithless Imperial bastard was telling the truth.