Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-32663439-20141027102736

At last, Tate could meet the esteemed jarl who he heard so much of. He was quite glad. He always likes to meet an ally in person before an official pact is made. Tate rested well that night.

The following morning, the Frelser prepared a simple escort: two of his finest warriors and trusted allies to be present at the meeting. Thinking aimlessly to himself, Tate retrieved Raskfenn and placed him on his shoulder. The bird had been a companion to Tate for the past half-decade, and was considered a Frelser in his own right. Tate decided to walk down to Windhelm. He strolled from Yngol Barrow to Windhelm and approached the guard at the entrance to the city.

"Hilsener! I am Tate Nikulson, King of Kaldtfrelser Hall. I am here to speak with Jarl Etaret Witch-Bane." As he said this, he took Raskfenn from his shoulder, placed him on his forearm, and stroked his feathers. This was always a source of comfort to Nikulson.