Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-29461586-20140925222214

"Well, we all have our preferences." Ren sighed.

"Well, since the little Breton who brought you here possibly lured some trouble, I have to train the men under my command more now.

You should go grab a drink before you check back on your partner. I'm going to check the Gray Quarter and see how the Dunmer are doing. Later." She told him as she finished drinking a bottle of mead before taking her leave.

Ren went down the Gray Quarter and into the New Gnisis Cornerclub. She met with the barkeep residing there.

"Any news from Winterhold?"

"Notthing so far, milady. Except the bad rumors about Whiterun."

"I see."

"Milady. When is Ulfric going to lend us aid?"

"I really don't know. I really think that Ulfric wants a Skyrim for the Nords. Complaining around isn't going to get anyone anywhere. I think the only way to win the Nords' trust is through hard work.

But still, I'll speak to Ulfric soon for all of you, but I can't make any promises that I can change his mind."

"Thank you, milady. That's all we can ever ask of you."

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At Yngol's Barrow, the undead present there were slowly increasing in number. The vampiric Thalmor Justiciar, who named himself Aeranil, also gathered thralls from stray travelers.