Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-11457306-20140703025611

Tegan's pain stirred up memories long forgotten, long locked behind a door she never wished to open again. She tried to push them back at first, then let them come to fuel her anger and give her strength. They were memories of a battle fought and lost, where they had limped home to Windhelm to recover. The reception they had received had been surprising, uplifting. Invited to the Palace of the Kings, they were given an encouraging speech by none other than Ulfric himself.

One would think the memories would have been welcome, but they were not, for that magnificent voice had been silenced. Now, another occupied the throne of Ysgramor, another voice rang in those halls, one who was not worthy to clean the Bear's boots.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend...