Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-5735114-20140203121550

(*~1cm of snow* *fahck it, it's a snow day!*)

Talsakr woke up feeling just as cold as he did going to sleep. He just continued to lay in the bed, partially because he knew it was just as cold in the rest of the room, and partially because he wanted to see if the voices would return. After his head stayed relatively silent for about five minutes, Talsakr slowly raised himself up. After dressing, he walked out of the room and, as a true Nord would do, walked straight to the bartender with an order of mead.

"Thanks. Oh, by the way, do you know where I could find that group of guards you were talking about yesterday?"

"Oh, you mean that group going to Winterhold?", the bartender replied with a smirk, "Yeah, most of them were to die soon anyways. Luntaics..."

"Just tell me where they are, please?"

"I think they're supposed to meet near the Palace?"

Not wanted to disturb the bartender anymore, despite his cluelessness as to the palace's location, Talsakr just went back to his mead. Finishing the drink, he stood and walked out the door, wishing he had a coat or something of the sort. He was used to the warm weather in Markarth. He looked about, seeing if the Palace was going to be easily distinguished, but found no luck. However, with a bit of wantering, Talsakr ran into a guard who felt as though she needed to tell his that the Palace was the large building behind her, despite Talsakr's silence. True to the bartender's word, there was a group of around 15 guards, all armed with guns, standing outside the doors to the Palace.