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Re: Fire and Potions - 48/?
Date: 2014-08-02 05:48 am (UTC)“Hm. I could try and rile him into it later, if the day starts to wear on,” Therion suggested sarcastically, “Give us something special to remember the moot by.”
Balgruuf grinned, then noticed Falk Firebeard, the steward of Solitude, ushering everyone inside to begin.
They all took their seats as Falk closed the door and took his place with the court of Solitude. Therion noticed Erikur’s now-former housecarl, the Altmer wizard Melaran, sat in Sybille’s old seat as court wizard. The mer looked quite pleased with his new station. Therion knew he’d had little love for his old employer, who had merely been a means of ‘paying the bills’ as he had once told him, while offhandedly mentioning Erikur’s seedier business practices.
Irileth leaned over, speaking to Therion in a whisper.
“If I notice you nodding off-”
“Yes, yes,” Therion interrupted good-naturedly, quietly whispering back, “I’ll meet my death at the tip of your blade.”
Irileth gave him a look of mild annoyance.
“Interrupt me again and you will. I’m going to help you stay awake today. If you nod off, I shall wake you discretely.”
Therion raised his eyebrows.
“Thank you,” he said honestly, though slightly perplexed. He added, “Yesterday you were quite adamant that I not disgrace the jarl in front of the moot.”
Irileth looked at him with her stern red eyes.
“Farengar spoke with me.”
Therion blinked in surprise.
“He pointed out that I should extend you some leniency,” she said solemnly, giving him a hard, and perhaps protective, look. “If you absolutely must sleep, I’ll rouse you if you begin to snore.”
Therion looked toward Farengar, but the mage was already trying to tune out the meeting, staring resolutely into the fiery coals of the hearth as he had the previous day.
“Before we may begin,” Sybille said from the head of the table, “Urgent news has reached our ears this morning. Late last night, the Thalmor Embassy was razed to the ground.”
“Ha!” Jarl Idgrod said, in an otherwise silent room. The rest of the jarls expressions remained solemn.
Sybille cleared her throat before continuing.
“This is one of but many Thalmor buildings which were struck in the past week. Escapees from various Thalmor prisons returned home, tortured to near death, to the horror of their families, inspiring these rash of attacks,” she looked across the table and met Therion’s eyes, “This, combined with growing outrage over the rumored abduction and torture of Skyrim’s Dragonborn, has sparked unruly mobs across the country.”
Therion sighed uncomfortably. Closing his eyes, he grabbed the buckles of his armor. At least he’d be able to say every ruler in Skyrim had seen him undressed; he would almost certainly be the first mer in history to be able to make that claim.
Jarl Balgruuf raised a hand, stopping him.
“It is no rumor. My court wizard, Farengar, retrieved my thane from one of their prisons.”
Therion gratefully removed his hands from the catches of his armor. He didn’t mind exposing himself, but he despised the looks of pity and revulsion.
“While there,” Balgruuf continued, “he saw first hand those tortured or left for dead by the Thalmor. I am told General Tullius, also bore witness to these atrocities.”
Sybille nodded before addressing the room.