It was a few hours past morning, on the 5th of morning star. Baroth usually liked to start his work early, so as get more progress, and put out more productivity. Baroth set up the last board and pinned it in place. Finally finished his house, may not be big and fancy but it was his, nonetheless. All he had to worry about now were the Thalmor and the guards, as most home builders would need a writ of passage. He grabbed a rag and wiped the sweat of his forehead. Working for a few hours, especially in the heat of the sun, was extremely exhausting. Then he heard a twig snap and a few solid footsteps approaching. He quietly drew his sword and ducked into the shade of a near by tree, considering his house was in the middle of a forest, leaving only a dirt road to lead anyone to it. He watched and waited, then a courier appeared and approached the small house door and knocked. He quietly snuck up behind the courier and said
"What do you want?" Baroth asked in a slightly annoyed tone. He hated having to deal with such interruptions, and on such a fine day.
The courier jumped when he heard the unexpected voice. He turned to face Baroth. To Baroth's surprise, the lad was quite energetic looking himself. Then he spoke "L-looking for B-baroth." He stammered.
"I am him." Baroth replied.
The courier extended a shaky hand holding a sealed letter "Have a letter for you. From Ulfric Stormcloak. Said it was important." He said handing him the letter.
Baroth took the letter and nodded, "Now i suggest you be off. The woods are no place for a lad such as yourself." The courier nodded and walked back down the dirt road, dissappearing into the shades of the pine trees. And Baroth was right, what with the Thalmor and wolves and who knows what else. The snap of a twig and your life could be forfeit. Baroth broke the seal to the letter, took out the rough parchment within and read it:
Baroth,
I need you here, in Windhelm. My men tell me you are a great warrior. Though you're not an easy one to find, i have an assignment for you. Come here with all haste to the Palace Of The Kings. I am sending out messages to all other great warriors in Skyrim. I am assembling a team of elite warriors to carry out important missions against the Thalmor. I will be sending you to the most dire situations in Skyrim. Come quickly.
Urgently,
Ulfric Stormcloak
Baroth was puzzled by this. He was wondering first of all, how ulfric found him. Here he is in the middle of the wild, receiving a letter from the Jarl of Windhelm. Secondly, he was wondering why Ulfric would want some random stranger to fight for him. He folded the letter and headed into the small house he'd been working on for the past two months. The small room resembled that of one you might find in the waterfront district of the Imperial City. Small cupboard, small table, stool in front of a warm, crackling fire, quill and ink table in the far side of the room, and a bed in the corner. He was fixed up pretty good, considering the amount of effort he put into his product. He carelessly tossed the letter on the small table as he himself sat on the stool and smoked from his finely crafted pipe, contemplating over the letter.