Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141201012529/@comment-12599067-20141210025736

Faolan did not enter the throne room with the others. As one might imagine, his father and Ulfric were not on the best of terms and he did not wish to get involved in something that could very well end badly for him.

Hasaan noted Faolan's hesitance and frowned.

"You coming?" Hasaan asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Only if I can't avoid it," Faolan answered.

"Why?"

"I don't think any conversation between me and Ulfric would end well."

"Why?"

"I'd rather not talk about it here," Faolan answered, prompting a furrowed brow from Hasaan.

"You sure?"

"Absolutely certain."

Hasaan frowned at him, but obliged and turned to follow the others into the throne room. However, as he walked into the throne room with the others, he could not help but wonder what kind of bad blood a fellow like Faolan would have with Ulfric. He seemed pretty polite and well-mannered, and probably had noble parents, given that he could afford to pay for tuition at the Academy and he had that kind of regal air about him. His face had a handsome kind of quality that Hasaan found familiar but couldn't put his finger on. He wondered if Faolan's family were Imperials that had angered the Jarl, somehow.