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(Eriksson hadn't responded to Etaret yet. The letter was meant for someone else.)

After a few second of shock from what happened, the guards grabbed Nelkir and dragged him to his chambers. He was locked in there with three guards. They took all his weapons, including the Ebony Blade.

"Witchcraft!" some of the nobles shouted at Geven.

"Write a letter to Lord Adawulf," Eriksson said before waving for everyone of the guests to return to the dining hall.

Lord Othren whispered to Sven, "Bad move. Defending the ambassador only increased the chances of you remaining a lowly lord or even worse... Dead. Don't try to fight Eriksson. Let his steward write to Falkreath's lord. Let Falkreath and the Reach fight and watch as you gain a profit."

Jana Thorne looked at Geven, "When did you come, Lord Geven?"