Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-5543592-20140218032531

Efmrider wrote: "May Talos guide you to victory, my Lord." "And you as well." Ulfric walked down from his throne and walking towards his war room.

Emrey rose to his feet and proceeded to the entrance, motioning for Brighid to do the same.

"Oh, and Tribune."

Emrey visibly cringed. Every muscle tightened in his body and he resisted the urge to grab his sword.

"If you set foot in my throne room again I'll have you flogged."

Emrey hated threats. He wanted to pull out his sword and tell Ulfric to put steel behind his words. But Emrey knew it was a bad idea to attack a Jarl in his own throne room, espically when this Jarl was currently your most powerful ally, even if only just. Instead he turned, slowly, still cringing, and bowed his head, "Yes, my Jarl." Said Emrey through gritted teeth.

"Come on, Brighid." Said Emrey, still gritting his teeth, shooting daggers with his eyes at where Ulfric had been standing. The Jarl had left the room after Emrey responded.

"Let's go tell the others what is going on." He relaxed a little and proceeded towards the door.