Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140710003207/@comment-5583506-20140711021329

Gregorius held up a hand as a sign to halt the fleet's advance as he noticed the local police corps emerging in a smaller ship.

If the defense system hasn't changed for the better since last time I was here, Eagleholm will be facing a serious threat.

"Halt!" shouted the inspector on the police ship. "Who is in command of the fleet here?"

"Gregorius Tenebrae", said the captain honestly and without fear.

The policeman stared wide-eyed at him. "The Iron Hound? I should put you behind bars where you belong, mylord."

Gregorius gave him a stern look. "I have served my sentence. Twenty year was the punishment and I have served it with honor. Unless you are going to arrest me for commanding an entire fleet after a bottle of priced wine from Markarth, I suggest you move your ship, little officer."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I am never threatening... I am warning."

The policeman spat and ordered his patrol to return to the city as the Gorehound fleet returned to docking speed.