Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140407190411/@comment-17114085-20140429015445

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: Harold was walking in near teh Market in Whiterun when Eorlun's wife started talking about a son that had gone missing. He approached and listened to her conversation.

(I am in college right now so i don't have time to post her quotes.) Olfrid: Foolish old woman! You know nothing! Nothing of our struggles, our suffering!

Fralia: Nothing? And what of my son? Hmm? What of Thorald? Is he nothing? So don't talk to me about suffering!

Idolaf: Your son chose his side, and he chose poorly. And now he's gone. Such is the way of war. The sooner you accept his loss, the better.

Fralia: I will never accept his death! My son still lives. I feel it in my heart. So tell me, Battle-Borns, where is he? Where are you holding my Thorald?

Olfrid: Do you believe this old hag? "Holding him"? Why I've got him in my cellar. He's my prisoner. Face it, cow! Your stupid son is dead! He died a Stormcloak traitor. And you... you best keep your mouth shut before you suffer the same.

Idolaf: Come on, father. There's nothing more to be said here.

What dicks... though Harold. He walked up to Fralia. "Ma'am? I couldn't help overhearing your conversation wit the Battle-Borns. Do you really think that your son is alive?"

"Yes, my Thorald is alive. I know it, but we shouldn't speak here. The Battle-Borns have spies everywhere. Come meet me in my house later." said Fralia.

Harold nodded. "I will come over later then."