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Jarl Ulfrics Folly 2b/?

[(Anonymous)]

It was a subdued group that headed back to Windhelm. Gilse was aware of the sympathetic looks her escorts were sending her. Since they were both female, they were inclined to identify with her plight. They made their way into the Palace of the Kings and down to the barracks. The younger of her guards pointed out the bed near the door and suggested she get some rest. Gilse realized how tired she was and agreed a nap was in order. It was dusk when she awoke.

The shadows around the barracks had lengthened and the room was chilly. She wanted to stay under the warm hides, but figured she didn’t want to miss the evening meal. It was not often she got free food. Since the Jarl insisted she stay the least he could do was feed her. Slipping out of bed she dressed quickly in her blue mage robes and leather boots. She would have to find soul gems soon in order to enchant the robe. She dug in her pack to find a wooden comb and took the time to work the tangles out of her hair leaving it free on her shoulders. Waist length hair was rare in skyrim but Gilse was vain about her hair. Gilse visibly squared her shoulders and went to join the meal.

The throne room was packed. Apparently the word had gotten out, that following the dragon attack, the dragonborn herself was located. Ulfric was quiet, his eyes on the dunmar once she entered his hall. He watched speculatively as Galmar went over to greet her and began introducing her to the other nords in the room. It amused him to watch their reactions to her race. And who could blame them? That the dragonborn turned out to be dunmar, was illogical to him also. The divines had a sense of humor. Galmar kept chatting lively to the dragonborn almost flirting. Ulfric couldn’t figure out what the old bear was up to. He couldn’t be smitten could he? Galmar had never shown any interest in her kind.

Obviously I am a prisoner, Gilse thought sadly as Galmar led her to the table conspicuously avoiding the space near the doors. She picked at her food, preoccupied with her thoughts and fears. As the meal came to a close Ulfric accompanied by Galmar returned to his throne. The crowd seemed to be departing. Galis focused on saying goodbye to the various nords she had met. Finally, there were only a few nords remaining. Jorleif approached her to say Jarl Ulfric was ready for their interview.

Ulfric had deliberately waited until the hall was clear before sending for the dunmer. However, his patience could only extend so far. It was time to make things clear to the elf. He made the magnanimous gesture of standing near the throne to await her. It was the final courtesy he would extend her.

Gilse allowed herself to accompany Jorleif and stood a respectful distance from Ulfric. She nodded her head politely “Jarl Unfric.” He smiled at her “Allow me to welcome you to Windhelm dragonborn”. “You seem familiar did I know you prior to your coming here?” “I was at Helgen”. she answered. Something seemed to click for him “ahh Helgen, destined for the chopping block if I remember”. “What brings you to my city dragonborn?”.
Gilse was tired of the small talk. Maybe if she could make him angry enough he would throw her out. “Jarl Ulfric I am sorely disappointed by the treatment of the proud dunmer in your city.” “It’s disgraceful I won’t be staying”.

It was fascinating how fast he changed from the indolent jarl to a wrathful one. “Dragonborn” again his manner implied the title was an insult.
“Warriors such as ourselves don’t have the leisure to indulge such petty complaints.” “we are fighting for bigger things all of skyrim is depending on you”. She forced a bored look onto her face “All of that is self-serving Jarl Ulfric”. “If you had been a little less arrogant, I would have considered your offer.” “Now its to late”.