Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-32663439-20141027095026

All the way from Yngol, Nikulson saw the flash. The green blast was far-off, but Nikulson saw its power. "By the All-Maker, what have they done?" He had just arrived in Skyrim, and on his second day here, he already saw malicious misuse of magic (alliteration yay!). He was disgusted. He truly hoped that it did not kill too many. How did his un-met ally fare? He was deeply troubled.

A couple hours later, he saw in the distance the forces of the Templars, at last returning to Windhelm. He knew that his previous message would only now be arriving in the hands of Etaret. He decided to wait patiently for a reply.