Blitzz
A Friendly Brit
"You have two days, Throgrim. Do not disappoint me." Ulfric sat proudly atop his throne, staring down at Throgrim. The last light of dusk filled the room as best it could, but many of the corners were left soaked in shadow. Ulfric hadn't aged well. His hair had begun to turn grey at the root, and his face had become riddled with wrinkles. A fine layer of stubble lined the Nord man's jaw, and he was sat slouched in his throne as he usually did. Two of Ulfric's soldiers stood at the base of the steps leading up to the throne, one on each side, clad in their usual garments and steel-faced helm.
"My King... two days is simply not enough time. This matter is of the utmost importance, we simply cannot afford to take any risks." Throgrim couldn't understand why Ulfric would not give him time to assemble a proper team. "If we cut corners here, it could jeopardize your safety, the safety of Skyrim."
"If we wait too long, the trail will go cold. As you said, this matter of the utmost importance. We need to move on this. My decision is final. You have the full backing of the Crown and I will personally fund your search. Now leave me."
"As you wish, my King," Throgrim said after a brief pause, before rising from his knees and turning to walk away. Rhornkar had been leant against one of the pillars in the grand hall, and moved to Throgrim's side as he walked out. There was an awkward silence between the two as the doors opened and the two Nords left the Palace of the Kings.
"Well, that didn't go well."
"No s*hit, genius," Throgrim sighed. "Two days. We can't put a team together in two days."
"We need to try. Wouldn't want to disappoint Ulfric now would we," Rhornkar said, mocking his friend.
"You should kneel before the High King of Skyrim."
"The day I kneel before Ulfric is the day my legs are cut off below the knee. Even then I'd rather stand on my hands. I bow to no man." The silence returned as the two continued the walk to Candlehearth Hall. "We have two days. Don't worry about it tonight. We can start in the morning."
Rhornkar jogged up the steps and held the door open for Throgrim, before following him in. The two instantly made their way to the bar and took up seats, ordering their first round of many for the night. The pair sat in silence for a while as they sipped on their bottles of mead. The warmth of the inn was in stark contrast to the bitter cold air of Windhelm. The fire in the inn was enough to battle the chills that were rooted in the men by the icy winds outside. The inn wasn't as busy as usual, with the few people that were present sat around the fire, talking quietly. Although, the sun had only just fallen.
After three rounds, the pair ordered the bartender to keep the drinks coming while they moved off to a table in the corner of the inn to continue their chat. "How many people are we going to need for this, do you think?"
"To take down a cult? At least half a dozen, if they're good enough. We can't do everything ourselves, you know."
"I suppose. I don't suppose Ulfric would approve of us taking some of his soldiers? Surely Bjorn or Hrengor would tag along."
"I don't doubt that they would. But Ulfric requested we assemble a specialist team."
"Specialists don't just present themselves to you."
"Yeah, I'm well aware of that." Throgrim sighed. "This place is too... dull. I'm off to find a wench. Find me in the morning, if she hasn't swallowed me whole." Rhornkar shuddered, and Throgrim laughed. Then he stood, and went to walk off out of the inn.
"Fine, fl*ff off then! You can pay for the rest of my drinks!" Throgrim shot a smile back at his friend as the door closed behind him. "Son of a b*tch," Rhornkar muttered. He leant back against the wall and smiled as the bartender approached, and brought him another drink. Rhornkar thanked the man, and sat quietly sipping his drink as the night went on.
"My King... two days is simply not enough time. This matter is of the utmost importance, we simply cannot afford to take any risks." Throgrim couldn't understand why Ulfric would not give him time to assemble a proper team. "If we cut corners here, it could jeopardize your safety, the safety of Skyrim."
"If we wait too long, the trail will go cold. As you said, this matter of the utmost importance. We need to move on this. My decision is final. You have the full backing of the Crown and I will personally fund your search. Now leave me."
"As you wish, my King," Throgrim said after a brief pause, before rising from his knees and turning to walk away. Rhornkar had been leant against one of the pillars in the grand hall, and moved to Throgrim's side as he walked out. There was an awkward silence between the two as the doors opened and the two Nords left the Palace of the Kings.
"Well, that didn't go well."
"No s*hit, genius," Throgrim sighed. "Two days. We can't put a team together in two days."
"We need to try. Wouldn't want to disappoint Ulfric now would we," Rhornkar said, mocking his friend.
"You should kneel before the High King of Skyrim."
"The day I kneel before Ulfric is the day my legs are cut off below the knee. Even then I'd rather stand on my hands. I bow to no man." The silence returned as the two continued the walk to Candlehearth Hall. "We have two days. Don't worry about it tonight. We can start in the morning."
Rhornkar jogged up the steps and held the door open for Throgrim, before following him in. The two instantly made their way to the bar and took up seats, ordering their first round of many for the night. The pair sat in silence for a while as they sipped on their bottles of mead. The warmth of the inn was in stark contrast to the bitter cold air of Windhelm. The fire in the inn was enough to battle the chills that were rooted in the men by the icy winds outside. The inn wasn't as busy as usual, with the few people that were present sat around the fire, talking quietly. Although, the sun had only just fallen.
After three rounds, the pair ordered the bartender to keep the drinks coming while they moved off to a table in the corner of the inn to continue their chat. "How many people are we going to need for this, do you think?"
"To take down a cult? At least half a dozen, if they're good enough. We can't do everything ourselves, you know."
"I suppose. I don't suppose Ulfric would approve of us taking some of his soldiers? Surely Bjorn or Hrengor would tag along."
"I don't doubt that they would. But Ulfric requested we assemble a specialist team."
"Specialists don't just present themselves to you."
"Yeah, I'm well aware of that." Throgrim sighed. "This place is too... dull. I'm off to find a wench. Find me in the morning, if she hasn't swallowed me whole." Rhornkar shuddered, and Throgrim laughed. Then he stood, and went to walk off out of the inn.
"Fine, fl*ff off then! You can pay for the rest of my drinks!" Throgrim shot a smile back at his friend as the door closed behind him. "Son of a b*tch," Rhornkar muttered. He leant back against the wall and smiled as the bartender approached, and brought him another drink. Rhornkar thanked the man, and sat quietly sipping his drink as the night went on.
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