Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140824224301/@comment-11457306-20140908224313

"You mis-understand me, milord," said Tegan, ignoring the fact that he'd asked her not to use the title. She used it to remind him of who he was. She squatted beside him and looked up at him.

Now that we know who our prisoner is, my leadership is at an end. If I had known, I would have accepted the job just to come in and kill him and made my own way out. I don't care what they intended to use him for--now that we know Ulfric lives, the decision rest with him--or with you--as to what to do. I'm about as low on the command scale as you can get and still be a soldier. You may not wish to kill me, but your Uncle might.

So I ask you, Lord Bjolmar, what will you do with the prisoner and what will you do with me? You certainly owe me no answer, for I am yours to command, but I am curious. My thought is that he must not be delivered into my employer's hands.