Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20140923034431/@comment-29458028-20141020133657

Sorin stood on a vantage above Falkreath, analyzing the situation. It seemed like someone else did the job for him. It would be pointless to join in to change the course of the battle. He mused "So, it has begun indeed. Jarl Eriksson is an efficient man. The only problem is if he can guard his rear from the Fosworn. He cannot be the ruler of Skyrim unless that is settled, which is going to take too long if Skyrim is to become Thalmor resistant. Therefore, we should see how things go."

Behind him stood Shadow Serpernt Quetzalcoatl, Shadow Whirlwind Azad, Shadow Star Louis Cyphre and Shadow Magus Divyath Fyr. They all looked at him wordlessly as he turned. Louis seemed to be ill at ease.

"Move out. We are probably not needed in Falkreath itself. We shall go and intercept the ones who already escaped. Standing here and watching is quite pointless. If the neck of the serpent is squeezed, we need to cut off the head. But now is not the time."

Qutzalcoatl winced at the choice of words before smiling as his own reaction, but otherwise didn't say much.

"Their leader is actually a former student at the College where my wife is Archmage. I might end up on the opposite side of her if we attack him, which is not going to be pretty. We need to wait for the opportunity."

The five mages left the vantage and went to their next destination.