Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-11457306-20140507002109

Rhiannon was the last of the Knights to be contacted. She'd been very hard to track down, having been deep under the mountains exploring a Dwemer ruin. It wasn't until she stopped in Windhelm on her way back that she received the message, when the Innkeeper handed her the note left by the courier. She broke the wax seal on the note, noting that it bore the sigil of the House of Chorrol. She read quickly and then swore. There were no details, only that she was needed in Chorrol--that all the Knights were being called. Now was a very inconvenient time.

Quickly she rounded up her men, who were most unhappy. She ignored their protests. "Something has come up.  We can't stay.  You can party in Whiterun once we're back at the manor with the loot.  But I'm not leaving you to get drunk here and have it all stolen."

"Don't you trust us, milady Knight?" asked Vahl.

"I trust you, Vahl," Rhiannon's voice softened and she smiled at him, "but once I leave, every bandit in Eastmarch will be after this stuff.  Come on, load up, mount up--and let's get going."