Harrald

Took your sweet time getting it to me.

Here you go, for your trouble.

Hmph. I should have known better than to ask a knave.

Thank you. Do hurry please.

If you must know, I was practicing in the yard when the guard I was sparring with feinted when I specifically told him to duck!

My blade bit right into the stonework next to the keep and needed serious repairs. Thankfully our smith Balimund works wonders.

In fact, if you'd fetch my blade from him I'd be most appreciative.

Can you believe that fool had the audacity to speak of his love for the Empire in the plaza?

He expects us to drop our defenses and greet them with open arms... to dialogue with them rather than defend our homeland by spilling their blood.

He's a traitor, plain and simple. Had I been sitting on the throne, he'd be hanging from the gallows for his sympathies towards the Empire.

Every day the threat of exile from Riften draws closer for myself and my family.

Who knows how many spies the Empire has sent into our midst already. We're at war. This isn't the time for hospitality.

Thank goodness mother is keeping a level head about everything. If my brother Saerlund had his way, we'd be flying Imperial colors by now.