Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141201012529/@comment-5543592-20141210024329

(Alright, continuing)

The group, as they went through the portal one by one, and soon found themselves faced with Wuunferth the unliving. He looked up from his book and enchanting table once, gave a little scoff, and then ignored the rest of the appearing Battlemages.

Tomas, folding and pocketing the map, lead the group down the dark hallways to the grand hall.

"Shor almightly." Tomas gasped as it's majesty.

"Let's keep it going boss." Said Darach, lightly shoving him in the soldier. He'd been to Whiterun once when he was seven, and Dragon's Reach had pretty much prepared him for this.

Tomas and group approached the Jarl's throne where Ulfric lounged, looking over what must have been battle reports.

Ulfric didn't notice them at first. However, after a few seconds he looked up and folded it, setting the note in his lap.

"What can I do for you?" He boomed.