Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140809205711/@comment-11457306-20140811221823

Tegan had scrambled quickly to her feet, her Nord blood absolutely boiling. The summary dismissal of her righteous rage by both men infuriated her. With extreme effort she managed to control herself, for Bjolmar was right about one thing, this was not the time. However, Bjol had proven to her that he was choosing Sysene over Tegan. As much as Tegan knew that they could not be a match if he took the throne, it still hurt. For him to choose an Imperial over her made her absolutely sick at her stomach. She wondered what Ulfric would say, were he alive. He was probably spinning in his tomb at this moment.

She set her teeth and clenched her jaw. Verri'Anna looked at her and held up the keys. Tegan held out her hand and the telepath tossed them to her. Saga came running up on the tableau and stopped, panting. All three women stood for a moment and communications passed between them as Verri'Anna relayed them. Then the telepath and the seer nodded at Tegan and the three of them turned as one and entered the armory to prepare themselves for what lay ahead.

Tegan did not know it, but at that moment, she greatly resembled her grand aunt, Igrod. Saga smiled slightly, marking the resemblance.