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Saturday, May 17, 2014

III - Dovahkiin

The cavernous stone hall was dark and quiet save for a maid sweeping near the door. Merill ascended to the main hall, lit by a low-burning fire pit in its centre, and moved around it, making for the Jarl’s throne, her footsteps echoing on the high, shadowed walls. Nerves twisted in her gut despite herself – she had seen Markarth’s jarl on occasion, and had once passed Falkreath’s in the street, but never any more than that. She was more accustomed to stealing and running from fur-swathed nobles than speaking to them at their thrones.