Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140407190411/@comment-17114085-20140501181213

(He isn't a Shezarrine, I've already said no to that.)

Harold returned to Whiterun and sold the loot he and Lydia had obtained from the Keep. (+1000 septims now has 1500 septims, Speech to 25) After that he searched for Fralia, she was at her stall in the Market. "Fralia, I've saved your son."

"What where is he? And Avulstein?" asked Fralia.

"They had to go to Windhelm, to join the Stormcloaks. They couldn't come back because the Legion and Thalmor are looking for them." said Harold.

Fralia looked sad. "What? After all this, I can't even see him? How... How do I know you're telling me the truth, and not just what I want to hear?"

"He told me to tell you...suffer the winter's cold wind..." said Harold.

"...for it bears aloft next summer's seeds. That's my boy. So it's true, then. For now, it's enough to know that he's alive. I can find peace in that. Thank you, dear friend. You've given me back my son." said Fralia. "Eorlund made him a sword Thorald, he can't give it him now. Here, you have it as a reward." She hands him an Enchanted Orcish sword of Fire.

"You're welcome ma'am." said Harold. He left the sword in his house. Then went to the inn to have a drink.