Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140915121606/@comment-29461586-20140920180929

"We greet the new day with teeth and swords flashing... So he's dead then." Ren sighed before scratching the back of her head.

"Master!"

"Celia..."

"See what happens when you go off alone like that? You had Kjorn and the others worried!"

"Yeah, I know. Sorry about that."

"Nevermind all that. About Fort Neugrad... What did you find?"

Ren sighed and took a seat, ready to explain.

"I've been hearing lots of bad things about the Thalmor as always. But this one is way more better than a buuch of skooma addicts.

They said that a man by the name of Aeranil has been looking for me throughout Skyrim for my role as a Thalmor Killer for the Stormcloaks two years ago and the murder of an M.I.A. Justiciar.

What gets better is that I heard that this Aeranil is now also framing innocent Nords for the worship of Talos and arresting them just so he could sell them for slavery in the name of coin.

They day that the Thalmor comissioned him into collecting coin for the Dominion, and he just found his trade: Frame people for the worship of Talos so that they become easy pickings to be sold for slavery."

"You're saying that... that this Justiciar... is selling slaves?"

"Yes. That fool torturer even admitted that he enjoyed buying a Nord for a slave as well before killing her."

"Gods... this is worse than I've imagined... So what do we do, Master?"

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first: We need to rebuild Helgen into a place we can call home." Ren told Celia.