Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-5543592-20140219210438

"Yes, set the course for Solitude, however we will be making a stop north of Morthal, so plot accordingly."

Emrey turned around to look at Galadir. "I don't blame you, the bastard had it coming.  However, please restrain yourself next time, we don't need anyone else trying to kill us."

In the Imperial City...

Curvos slide the a bolt back into his crossbow, after pulling it from the Dunmer's skull.

"What should I do with the body?" Asked Rolaf. The nord was cleaning his gigantic sword in a nearby ruby red chair.

"Hang him from the roof of the tower, for all to see..."

Rolaf slide the sword back into the sheath on his back. Rolaf marched over to the body of Fernar Adryvu and threw it over his shoulder.

Curvos threw himself down in the throne of Emperor watching Rolaf walk out of the throne room of the White-Gold Tower.

"...this is what happens to traitors of the Empire." He pulled the Great Sigil Stone down form it's nearby perch and set it in his lap, petting it like it was a cat, whistling something terribly malevolent.