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From: (Anonymous)

More muttering from the Imperial Nord seated to the Dragonborn’s left. He had to wonder at the frequent sarcasm directed at Ulfric. The wayward disciple was certainly frustrating, but the constant grumbling was starting to look personal. He did not have much time to ponder the thought, for Arngeir had pressed forward, ignoring the woman, in favor of brokering an exchange. “What would the Empire want in return?” When the general paused, the responses from his constituents were furious and swift. The Dragonborn tensed at Jarl Balgruuf’s caustic reaction, and Einarth worried on the girl’s behalf. If the man left now, their efforts would be for nothing. And, he supposed, the child feared losing the jarl’s esteem: Balgruuf had looked past her unjustly given criminal status without question, and set her on the path towards her destiny. It would be a terrible blow for her to lose his respect.

“Enough!” the general snapped. “First let’s be clear: this council wasn’t my idea. I think it’s a waste of time.”

The Greybeard heard, rather than saw, the creak of the girl’s leather gloves. She had probably balled her hands into fists at this latest insult, and Einarth worried at how much more stress she could take. What would she do if they could not broker a truce?

Ulfric seemed no less incensed than the Dragonborn, "Master Arngeir, are you just going to let him continue to--"

“You are a traitor to the Empire and deserve a traitor’s death. But I at least will negotiate in good faith.” Tullius, it seemed, had some grandstanding of his own to do, though it seemed to be more for his delegation than anything else. He then turned to the Dragonborn and asked her to determine the value of the trade. She started briefly, and took a calming breath as she considered her answer. The old man found himself resenting the Imperial, but he had to concede the skill with which he dealt the girl a terrible hand: the man had wasted few words trying to position himself favorably in the eyes of those present, and then had swiftly dropped the responsibility for the trade on the Dragonborn. If she chose poorly, it would damn her to one or both parties, and at best she could only hope for begrudging compliance. The fact that she had to choose at all damned her, for it meant she could not hide behind the choices of others. The girl was now not only responsible for this meeting, but for everything that went into this treaty. She would be responsible for all the lives affected by it as well. Well played, you conniving...

Slowly, the girl spoke, “How about Riften?”

The Imperial considered the idea, and seemed to approve of her choice. But Einarth could not be certain of the trade, for Ulfric and his second stood up from their seats in anger. Of course, the general could not resist a jab of his own, at that. “You heard what she said, Ulfric. We’ve made you a fair offer. Are you serious about these talks or are you just here to posture?”

The Jarl of Windhelm ignored him and accosted the girl. “I expected better from you Dragonborn. I came here in good faith, and now it seems you help the Empire at every turn.” He did not allow the girl a chance to defend her decision, and launched into another tirade: “As for you, General Tullius. I see now that Galmar was right: talking to the Empire is just as useless as ever. If you think you can hold Markarth, you’re as deluded as your emperor was when he signed away our freedom to the Thalmor. Skyrim will never again bow to your false empire! Let’s go Galmar. I should have listened to you in the first place.”

When Ulfric turned to leave, the girl seemed to have recovered from her shock. Alarm filled Einarth as she grabbed the table and made to stand. She looked furious, and he worried at what she might do until the general spoke up, unable to resist a parting shot. Whatever fight she might have had in her utterly deflated in that moment, and Einarth saw the girl turn desperately to face Arngeir, himself at a loss for words. Einarth closed his eyes in resignation. As loath as he was to even think it, Ulfric’s companion may not have been too far off from the truth. Perhaps it truly was hopeless to try to reason with warriors…

From: (Anonymous)

“Stop! Are you so blind to the danger, that you can’t see past your petty disagreements?”

It was Delphine’s companion who spoke, and Einarth dared to hope that the man might be able to salvage the situation. “Here you sit arguing about nothing! While the fate of the land hangs in the balance!”

“Is he with you, Delphine? If so, I advise you to tell him to watch his tongue.” Ulfric did not bother to hide his disdain for the old man, and his voice dripped with disgust.

The Blade’s response was sharp. “He is with me. And I advise you both to listen to what he has to say, before you do anything rash.” Her companion resumed his speech after her reprimand:

“Don't you understand the danger? Don't you understand what the return of the dragons means? Alduin has returned! The World-Eater! Even now, he devours the souls of your fallen comrades! He grows more powerful with every soldier slain in your pointless war! Can you not put aside your hatred for even one moment in the face of this mortal danger?”

“A very pretty speech, but what does it have to do with-”

Ulfric cut off the elf he abhorred so much. “Shut up. If he's right about Alduin... we both have just as much to lose here, Tullius, remember that.”

“I don't know about the end of the world, but this dragon situation has gotten out of hand. If this truce will help the Dragonborn here put an end to that menace, we both gain.” The general seemed skeptical, but as an outsider who was willing to negotiate, his inability to accept the magnitude of Skyrim’s prophecies might be overlooked. This time, at least. Einarth suspected that the man did not care much for the province he had been sent to deal with. It was a worrying thought. He put it aside however, in order to observe the talks. There would be plenty of time to consider the implications of this treaty later...