He gave voice to what the nords among them were thinking “you’re the dragonborn”. The look he gave her was inscrutable. “You’re the one the graybeards were summoning”. His manner suggested he found his own words distasteful.
Gilse was not thrilled to be face to face with Ulfric again. She was unwilling to contemplate this dragon born business. With all the recent upheaval in her life she had not yet come to terms with it. Unwilling to discuss it Gilse turned her back and started to walk away. She didn’t see Ulfric signal the guards who moved in unison to cross their swords blocking her path. She turned back to Ulfric a questioning look on her face.
It was only with the greatest difficulty, Ulfric managed to exert self control. He was not used to people turning their back on him. The idea of her just walking off was out of the question. The dragonborn couldn’t be allowed to roam free until she joined the rebellion. The risk of her falling into Imperial hands was just to high. He needed her secure until he and Galmar could deal with the aftermath of the Dragon attack. “Dragonborn I require you to retire into the city until you and I can talk”.
She asked “Do I have a bounty in this hold I don’t know about?”. “You have no right to hold me!”. He decided to try reason. “You are partially correct” he told her. “The fact that you are dragonborn changes things”. “The gift of the dragon blood obligates you to serve Skyrim ”. Gilse stepped close reaching up to pat him on the arm “I’ll pass”. Ulfric stared at her in shock. That she would enter his personal space infuriated him. That she would physically touch him sealed her faith.
Galmar stepped towards her his, hands reaching for his war ax. “You lack manners elf”. Ulfric stopped him “no Galmar I’ll handle it” “she has a lot to learn and it’s to begin the teaching of it”. His arm shot out and shoved her back with just enough force to cause her to lose her balance and fall on her back into the snow. He stood over her threatening, gray eyes stared into lavender ones daring her to move. Minuets passed no movement.
Apparently satisfied he backed off a little. “Dragonborn” the way he said it was insulting implying she was not worthy of the title. “Always maintain a respectful distance when addressing a jarl”. He signaled his guard “escort the dragonborn to the barracks. He looked back down at her “Think very carefully little elf” “don’t fight me on this you won’t win”.
Jarl Ulfrics Folly 2a/?
Gilse was not thrilled to be face to face with Ulfric again. She was unwilling to contemplate this dragon born business. With all the recent upheaval in her life she had not yet come to terms with it. Unwilling to discuss it Gilse turned her back and started to walk away. She didn’t see Ulfric signal the guards who moved in unison to cross their swords blocking her path. She turned back to Ulfric a questioning look on her face.
It was only with the greatest difficulty, Ulfric managed to exert self control. He was not used to people turning their back on him. The idea of her just walking off was out of the question. The dragonborn couldn’t be allowed to roam free until she joined the rebellion. The risk of her falling into Imperial hands was just to high. He needed her secure until he and Galmar could deal with the aftermath of the Dragon attack. “Dragonborn I require you to retire into the city until you and I can talk”.
She asked “Do I have a bounty in this hold I don’t know about?”. “You have no right to hold me!”. He decided to try reason. “You are partially correct” he told her. “The fact that you are dragonborn changes things”. “The gift of the dragon blood obligates you to serve Skyrim ”. Gilse stepped close reaching up to pat him on the arm “I’ll pass”. Ulfric stared at her in shock. That she would enter his personal space infuriated him. That she would physically touch him sealed her faith.
Galmar stepped towards her his, hands reaching for his war ax. “You lack manners elf”. Ulfric stopped him “no Galmar I’ll handle it” “she has a lot to learn and it’s to begin the teaching of it”. His arm shot out and shoved her back with just enough force to cause her to lose her balance and fall on her back into the snow. He stood over her threatening, gray eyes stared into lavender ones daring her to move. Minuets passed no movement.
Apparently satisfied he backed off a little. “Dragonborn” the way he said it was insulting implying she was not worthy of the title. “Always maintain a respectful distance when addressing a jarl”. He signaled his guard “escort the dragonborn to the barracks. He looked back down at her “Think very carefully little elf” “don’t fight me on this you won’t win”.