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Re: Fire and Potions - 37/?

[(Anonymous)]

Jarl Balgruuf leaned forward in his throne, listening intently as his court wizard recounted the atrocities he had witnessed within the Thalmor compound. He could hear Dagny and Frothar running and playing in the war room, shouting with carefree innocence, while Farengar described the sick child he had healed within the Thalmor dungeon. His knuckles turned white as his grip tightened. The sound of steel on steel rang through his mind, tantalizingly real, as he longed to take up his sword and taste Thalmor blood.

As Farengar fell silent, Proventus jumped in.

“My lord,” the flustered Imperial implored, watching the Jarl nervously, “We mustn’t be rash.”

“I will not sit idly by while the Thalmor torture and slaughter my people!” the Jarl said, his voice rising louder until he was shouting.

Proventus licked his lips, sweating under his angry gaze.

“Yes, but this is a delicate matter. If we send troops against the Thalmor, you’ll-”

“Be committing an act of war against the Empire!” Balgruuf finished with a roar. “And what would you have me do?! Nothing?”

“No,” Proventus said hurriedly. “But this matter might be better handled by the General. If Tullius finds a solution, Whiterun won’t be a target for both the Thalmor and the Empire.”

Farengar leveled a glare at Proventus with the full weight of his loathing. Proventus always wanted to play it safe, everyone else be damned. He had never hated his cowardice more than at that moment.

“Please,” Proventus entreated, “Shouldn’t we at least speak with the General before committing the hold to an act of war, my lord?

The Jarl said nothing, his face intent with consideration.

Farengar’s hands tightened into fists. The jarl only hesitated when he was about to choose a course he didn’t want to.

The door to Dragonsreach opened, interrupting the tension in the room.

Jarl Balgruuf lifted his head, nodding to the visitor.

Farengar glanced over his shoulder and, after seeing the Dragonborn, returned his gaze back to the jarl.

Therion walked up beside the wizard, dressed simply in a white shirt, the slacks of his armor, and his Akaviri dai-katana at his waist. He glanced at the wizard who was firmly ignoring him. Not that it looked any different from how Farengar normally acted.

“Dragonborn,” the jarl greeted him, “It seems Farengar was able to find you then. We’ve been discussing other matters at present.”
“I imagine so,” Therion said, glancing at the strained expressions of the court. “It’s a pleasure to be back in Dragonsreach. It’s only been a week, but it feels like ages since I was here last.”