AndgerTheNord
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Fifteen minutes passed, and Zan'kir still stood there shaking as he held the dagger. It was obvious that the disturbed thane did not want to do this. Kendov leaned in and whispered in Zan'kir's ear taking a much different tone then before, "I knew you didn't have the stomach for it. If you disobey me again I will skin you alive and wear you as a cloak." Walking towards his housecarl he spoke aloud, "We ride to Solitude and meet this so called king. We will befriend him, assist him with what he needs...then kill him. Before that however we will do all we can to take down his operations, subtly." Kendov and Reez left Hjerm and the young thane. The king has his steward send a letter to Solitude along with a troop of his honor guard to protect the courier. Kendov spoke to the detachment of berserkers, savage wild men wearing bearskin cloaks, prone to rage and bloodlust. "Remember you must protect the courier at all cost, and when you get to your destination sent up camp. I want to have backup incase we must fight. Understand?" The honor guard nodded grimly, even for berserkers it would be dangerous, traveling the war torn holds is risky. Luckily the Pale has an alliance with Kendov, the elderly Jarl Skald was a proud supporter of Jarl Ulfric. After that to Morthal. Morthal was under pressure by the Reachman ruled Markarth, but luckily the main road was far away enough from the capitol to stay hidden. The Reach was ruled by the savage forsworn and their king Madanach, the only reason why it hadn't been invaded was because it was a crucial supplier of silver and iron. The only holds bordering the Reach didn't have the military power to pull it off, but Haafingar seemed to be gaining strength after the breton took over. Kendov turned to Reez and chuckled, "Up for a drink or two at Candlehearth?"