Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140717231949/@comment-17114085-20140730192511

(@Heliaste, Anuriel is a Bosmer. However, because of her skin color she is commonly mistaken for an Altmer. She most likely is a Half-Breed. @Zipper, thanks. You can start whenever. If you have any questions feel free to ask.)

Francois felt something under his boot, a sharp pain, he lifted it and found a crumpled piece of paper. He picked it up and put it in his pocket.

"I beg to differ." Maven said. "That makes her an unreliable source." she added.

Anuriel nodded, the Jarl saw this and scratched his chin. "Maven, let Francois continue."

"Thank you Jarl Harrald. As I was saying...we have discovered quite a few bits of evidence that show that Maven was the one that hired the Brotherhood. The first piece of evidence is the ritual itself, its location was found by my men in the Black-Briar Meadery's Warehouse." Francois said. "Under it, to be precise." he added. "The Jarl himself, and his housecarl Unmid Snow-Shod, saw it themselves. Just like the books and the rumors describe it. However all we found at the scene was the circle of candles, dried blood where the organs should be and marks caused by a dagger."

"I don't see how this proves it was me. It may have been my company's warehouse but I haven't went there in years. I let my employees deal with the day to day of running the Meadery, I rarely ever go there. Especially in the warehouse." Maven said. "It could have just as easily have been one of my employees that performed the ritual."

"I agree, the location alone doesn't make Maven the culprit." Anuriel said. The Jarl cleary had doubt showing in his face.

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The Jail guard came over to Saerlund's cell. "Guard, I urgently need to speak to the Captain of the Guard!"

"He is busy, now settle down." the jail guard said.

"You don't understand this is extremely urgent!" he yelled.

The guard looked annoyed. He sighed and walked away.

"Hey! Call the captain!" Saerlund yelled.

The guard went over to one of his comrades that was leaning back on a chair. "Saerlund wants to see Francois, should we go get him?"

"No, he is busy with the trial." the other guard said. They could still hear Saerlund yelling.

"Yeah, but I don't think he is going to shut the fuck up unless we get him." the jail guard sighed.

"Fine...I will go get someone." the guard stood up and walked out of the dungeon.