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Re: Fire and Potions - 42/?

[(Anonymous)]

The Dragonborn looked up, raising an eyebrow at Irileth. Farengar thought he could see deep shadows beneath his eyes, though it was difficult to tell.

The housecarl leaned over, whispering something sharply in his ear. Therion’s reply seemed to amuse her, her face and reply taking on a softer quality.

Turning to face the gathered rulers of Skyrim, Therion glanced from Brynling to Erikur before declaring, “Neither.”

Aside from a loud, “Ha!” from the crone Jarl Idgrod of Morthal, the rest of the assembly seemed underwhelmed by his terse answer.

“Neither?” Jarl Kraldar pressed. “If you were a citizen of Solitude, whom would you prefer to rule? Surely you have an opinion.”

Jarl Siddgeir sneered, chiming in with an arrogant chuckle.

“The Dragonborn clearly has no perception of what’s at hand. The elf just wants to go back to sleep Kraldar, let him.”

Farengar’s gaze snapped back to Therion, searching for a reaction, but his expression was hidden beneath his mask, his amber eyes remaining neutral.

“The Jarl of Falkreath is quite correct,” Therion said amicably toward Jarl Siddgeir. “I was having a marvellous dream and I wanted to return to it. Alas, I am awake now. If it would please this council, I will give my opinions, inconsequential though they may be.”

Therion’s gaze flicked to Erikur.

The Nord, dressed in expensive blue robes and furs, looked disdainfully back at him.

Though the Dragonborn addressed him simply, his question was anything but, and it caused an immediate stir.

“Why do you think Jarl Ulfric killed High King Torygg?”

Erikur looked taken aback.

“That is a preposterous question which has nothing to do with this meeting. I will not answer it,” he said reproachfully.

Therion turned to Bryling.

“And you?” he asked.

“Many condemn the Stormcloaks, but I refuse. There is honor in fighting for what you believe. Jarl Ulfric did what he thought was right,” Bryling said without pause or hesitation.

“So,” Therion began, addressing the moot, “On the subject of the most disastrous event that Skyrim has known in recent history, we have a potential jarl who refuses to speak on the matter, and another who, although speaks with admirable convictions and virtues, has no deeper insights into the matter, which tore the country asunder.”

The elf leaned forward, looking around for someone.

“Sybille,” Therion called, looking all the way to the back of the room where the court wizard of Solitude sat.

Farengar recognized the thin, striking Breton from their brief interactions in the past. She looked remarkably unchanged, though it had been many years since their last meeting.

“Why did Jarl Ulfric kill High King Torygg?” Therion repeated.

Sybille’s reply was unwaveringly direct.

“Because Ulfric wanted Torygg to declare independence from the Empire.”

“And why did Torygg never declare independence?” Therion asked knowingly.

This time her answer was still direct, but also passionate, her respect for the deceased high king clearly evident.

“Because the Dominion is a sleeping beast that Skyrim cannot slay alone. Because many Nords are part of the Imperial army, even now. Because the food and resources we get from the Empire are important to our people. Because even if we can't openly worship him, Talos the God was once Tiber Septim the man, and this is his Empire. And Torygg wasn't ready to let it fall apart."

Therion leaned back in his chair, addressing the moot once more.

“If you want Solitude to have a jarl who will bravely rush outside to fight anything which threatens Solitude - before ascertaining if it is, in fact, an enemy - then choose Thane Bryling. If you want Solitude to flourish financially, choose Erikur. He’s an opportunist and a cunning businessman. Ask either the Stormcloaks or the Imperials he sold weapons to during the civil war.”

A jolt ran through the room, as many of the jarls regarded Erikur with unfriendly scrutiny.