Brynjolf shook his head. “They are in Riften. Vilkas had promised to protect them and, until he gets there, my people are watching them.. They are as safe as they can be.” He glanced at Irileth, watching the dark-skinned elf with trepidation. He’d always been nervous of Irileth—not that he could put a finger on a reason why other than that Irileth always seemed to be debating whether or not to gut him. “My men and I will be continuing on as soon as our horses are ready.”
Irileth nodded, settling into an easy rest beside Balgruff. “My Jarl, the city is as ready as it can be.”
Balgruff nodded, meeting Brynjolf’s green gaze. “If you need anything, my friend. Katrin is a true friend of this city.” He stopped, watching the thief. No more words needed to be said. He turned to Proventus. “Proventus, fetch the good parchment. We must send word to the other Jarls.” Glancing at Brynjolf he shrugged. “She serves as thane to the other Jarls as well. You needn’t spend your time traveling the length and breadth of Skyrim telling them—we all owe her a debt. You go to her.”
Brynjolf took a shaking breath and nodded. “Thank you, Jarl Balgruff. With your permission, I’ll leave to get my men ready to leave.”
Balgruff nodded. He watched the red-haired thief turn and stride out, his companion in tow. Glancing to the side, he met Irileth’s gaze. “You were right.”
Irileth frowned. “If it is any consolation, my Jarl, I wish I had not been.”
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Irileth nodded, settling into an easy rest beside Balgruff. “My Jarl, the city is as ready as it can be.”
Balgruff nodded, meeting Brynjolf’s green gaze. “If you need anything, my friend. Katrin is a true friend of this city.” He stopped, watching the thief. No more words needed to be said. He turned to Proventus. “Proventus, fetch the good parchment. We must send word to the other Jarls.” Glancing at Brynjolf he shrugged. “She serves as thane to the other Jarls as well. You needn’t spend your time traveling the length and breadth of Skyrim telling them—we all owe her a debt. You go to her.”
Brynjolf took a shaking breath and nodded. “Thank you, Jarl Balgruff. With your permission, I’ll leave to get my men ready to leave.”
Balgruff nodded. He watched the red-haired thief turn and stride out, his companion in tow. Glancing to the side, he met Irileth’s gaze. “You were right.”
Irileth frowned. “If it is any consolation, my Jarl, I wish I had not been.”
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