Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629123924/@comment-24449631-20140629155311

The guard walked up the steps to the throne of the court and bowed to the magistrate.

"Magistrato... Mai guai vinna si orsi, cual va la altmaor"

The magistrate looked up from his seat, carefully measuring Rowan up.

''"Brai tag, fellundin." ''He then concluded in a deep yet soft voice.

The altmer guard seemed to bow yet again after he heard the words of the wise magistrate, after that he left the room, leaving Rowan stand alone in the giant beutiful yet scary hall of a court.

It took a few seconds before the altmer's echoing footsteps on the marblefloor were completely gone. After that an unneasy silence ruled for about another few seconds until the magistrate stood up and spoke:

"Welcome, nord. To Fisthold. I am magistrate Londril"

Rowan sort of nodded.

"uh, er thank you... magistrate Londril, I am Rowan Autumn-Arrow of Riften"

"Hmm" Londril let out a silent chuckle.

"A nord with a surname? You must be of brave blood."

Rowan remained silent.

"Though, I have heard you are not here by choice. Which, given the current political climate seems most logical." The elf moved on.

"No, eh.. Did he er, mention that I was shipwrecked here?" Rowan muttered.

"Yes he did." The altmer magistrate said swiftly, as he said down again.

"Most likely you were hit by one of our galleons as we set out to defend ourselves against the tirany of the Empire of men."

"That's... What happened. Yes." Rowan admitted.

"hmm... Tell me... Are you an enemy?"

"Me?" Rowan asked.

"Well, eum. No, eum we just tried to... well our captain, he euh, he wanted to escape, well leave Stros M'kai before you lot arrived there... That's em ja... that's it, ja..."

The elf frowned a bit.

"A likely story, but for all we know you might just be a spy. Like you said... You wanted to escape because we were coming. That was classified information, Autumn-Arrow. How did you know?"

Rowan started to sweat a bit. not because he was lying, he wasn't. But because of the stress.

"Well, our captian..."

"And where is he?" The altmer quickly asked

"He is... dead."

"Regrettable... please, continue."

"Our captain seemed to know, and wanted to leave, we normally wanted to leave the day before, but because the weather and our small boat... we decided to wait it out, after 'the red beacon' was lit he became sort of mad and wanted to leave immediatly. We got targetted by one of your ships on the open seas, probably because they thought we were spies, as well. But i'm telling you! We're... I am... Not."

The altmer rested his head on his arm.

"Hmm, ok." The magistrate nodded.

"Eitherway. You do not seem a threat. Cileno told me you had a silver sword. Well you won't be getting it back for quite some time."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Rowan asked a bit stressed.

"I am inclined to believe your story, but not inclined enough to let you leave. You see, I can't take any risks in this war. So I am offering you my hospitality."

Rowan just looked a bit confused.

"During the war, you will stay here... in Firsthold."

"As a prisoner?!" Rowan snapped

"No... As a guest. You will have your own room and are free to wander Firsthold as much as you like, when you like..."

Rowan wasn't to keen on the idea, but what choice did he have?

"...But betray my trust. And you will pay dearly. Is that understood?" Londril ended firmly.

"perfectly." Rowan agreed, though he wasn't so sure about that.