When morning came without any news, Galmar made his way out to the temple of Talos. The burly housecarl was not the kind of man to pray, but for the first time in a very long time, he felt the need. The crisp, cold air did little to clear his mind and Galmar was glad that everyone moved out of his way. He was in a foul mood, and everyone knew it. He made it to the temple and opened the large heavy door. One look at him had the priest scurrying for parts unknown and Galmar strode up to the altar. Slowly he knelt on the floor, head bowed down and after a moment of silence he prayed. “Mighty Talos, my friend and leader was captured in an ambush. Right now the Imperials are taking him to Cyrodiil. They have forsaken you Talos! Forsaken you to the whims of elves! Something must be done! Skyrim deserves to be free and Ulfric would give her that freedom! I come here today, asking… begging for your aid in freeing him”. The housecarl remained kneeling on the floor for a moment longer before he stood up.
“It will be alright Sir, Talos will bring your friend home”. Galmar spun on his heel at the sound of the small voice. ‘Who has the nerve to interrupt me!’ The sight of a young girl-child momentarily stopped every other thought. “Who are you?” The girl had to crane her head back to see him and smiled, “my name is Sofie. I didn’t mean to startle you Sir”. The housecarl grumbled, “you didn’t. Why are you here?” The girl’s smile faded, “I come here every day to pray for my mama and papa”. Galmar looked the girl-child over, “where are your parents girl?” Sofie looked away as she answered softly, “they… they’re gone”. ‘Probably soldiers, left an older child or family to look after their youngest. Such is the way of war’. “Go home child”, he said before making his way out of the temple. It never occurred to Galmar that the child meant her parents had died and that she had no home.
After a quick meal, Galmar returned to the war room to continue his pacing. He was restless. They had received no word from Yrsarald. ‘He’ll have assembled the men by now, everyone would have travelled with haste. But are they in time? Depending on the speed with which the Imperials travel, they’ll reach the Pale Pass sometime today’. Needing to be rid of some of his frustration, Galmar decided to abuse a training dummy and perhaps some soldiers unfortunate enough to be in the training yard at that time.
Re: Inner thoughts of a Jarl's Housecarl (3/4)
“It will be alright Sir, Talos will bring your friend home”. Galmar spun on his heel at the sound of the small voice. ‘Who has the nerve to interrupt me!’ The sight of a young girl-child momentarily stopped every other thought. “Who are you?” The girl had to crane her head back to see him and smiled, “my name is Sofie. I didn’t mean to startle you Sir”. The housecarl grumbled, “you didn’t. Why are you here?” The girl’s smile faded, “I come here every day to pray for my mama and papa”. Galmar looked the girl-child over, “where are your parents girl?” Sofie looked away as she answered softly, “they… they’re gone”. ‘Probably soldiers, left an older child or family to look after their youngest. Such is the way of war’. “Go home child”, he said before making his way out of the temple. It never occurred to Galmar that the child meant her parents had died and that she had no home.
After a quick meal, Galmar returned to the war room to continue his pacing. He was restless. They had received no word from Yrsarald. ‘He’ll have assembled the men by now, everyone would have travelled with haste. But are they in time? Depending on the speed with which the Imperials travel, they’ll reach the Pale Pass sometime today’. Needing to be rid of some of his frustration, Galmar decided to abuse a training dummy and perhaps some soldiers unfortunate enough to be in the training yard at that time.