Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20140923034431/@comment-25327264-20141017233141

Dragonsreach was mere shadow of its former self, the great looting made sure of that. Heather walked through the great hall to the Jarls throne. Her father, Jon  was standing where Proventius used to stand. "You called for me?" she asked.

"Yes, we have Captain Battle-Mane, I have written a letter, I want you to take it to anyone who will isten to you. It will ask for immediate military assitance in destroying the Silver Hand." the Jarl said sternly "Captain, we won't last another attack from those Silver Hand bastards, we need to get someone to help us. Our isolation can not last."

"Yes my Jarl," Heather said, bowing "But where do I search?"

"Falkreath, Markarth, Morthal, anywhere that might foster civilisation." the Jarl said "You will ride off at night."

"Talos guide you." Jon said.

That night Heather mounted her horse, and rode to Falkreath.