Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-5543592-20140218025605

Ulfric continued to stroke his chin, beforing thundering that powerful voice of his, "I do want to protect Skyrim from this threat, but I can't spare any troops.  The pact the last Dragonbron set about is about to be broken: a contingent of Stromcloaks is currently marching on Whiterun.  However, I will hold off my onslaught so you can get that scoundrel, Tullius', help.  He would love the honor of reclaiming the throne of Cyrodiil." Ulfric spat the last two sentences.

"You seem strong willed, shield-maiden of Skyrim.  I have no doubt you will be able to sway the Tullius to your cause." He rose from his throne.

"I will have my steward give you a thousand gold or so to aid in your journey.  Good luck both of you."

"Thank you, Jarl Ulfric." Said Emrey, bowing his head.