Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140609203131/@comment-5543592-20140610215203

"You can't oppress us!  Not forever!" Screamed Pierre as a trio of guards dragged him out of Dragonsreach. He had been flailing, kicking, and biting so much they required quite a lot of men to restrain him.

The guards threw him out of the giant wooden doors and slammed them shut immediately afterward. Pierre was pounding on the doors. "I will be heard!"

"Shor, can't we just kill him?" Said one of the guards to a comrade.

"No, one, he can take anyone we send against him, two, that boy has more destructive power than every mage in Winterhold.  He'd bring that city down around him if we tried.  Luckily, he's not stupid enough to try, and thus we'll just have to kept on kicking him out of here, until he gives up." Replied the latter.

"Fat chance of that.  How on Nirn does he keep on getting in here?"

"I don't know.  We should really change our locks, they're quite obviously too easy to pick." The guards walked back up towards the Jarl's throne.

Pierre, realizing no one was listening through the thick walls of the keep, gloomy walked back down towards the Bannered Mare, wanting a drink.