"If it were up to you, the Dragonborn would sit dreaming on this mountain doing nothing!" "Were you? The hubris of the Blades truly knows no bounds." Arngeir scoffed. More, actually, since we were the ones that put the Dragonborn on this path." "We have as much right to be at this council as all of you. You are not welcome here." Arngeir said, calmly, serenely. I might groan about the lectures Arngeir gives me, gods knows Ulfric was used to hearing all about how I could barely stand it at times but even in my most exasperated complaining, I still held so much more respect for him than I did for Delphine. Are you going to let us in or not?" Delphine said and an overwhelming urge to turn around and crack her across the face with the pommel of my hammer overtook me. "So, Arngeir, is it? You know why we're here. "I'm sorry Arngeir but I don't know what else to do!" Do you know the ancient Nord word for war? "Season unending". "They may put their weapons down for a moment, but only to gather strength for the next bloodletting. "Everyone is gathering here to create a peace." I'd find it more humorous if I couldn't feel dread rising through my chest like a sickness. The men of violence are gathered here, in these halls whose very stones are dedicated to peace." Arngeir begins before I'm even fully through the door and I have to hold my laugh in at the predictable lecturing. "I just want to be qualified to do this even in the slightest." You should look like the dragonborn and your armour gives you just the kind of terrifying effect you should be going for." she stated matter-of-factly. "Do you not think I should look more Jarl-y?" "What? You're worrying about that? Not the angry imperials?" "Should I have worn a dress?" I asked worriedly, chewing my lip and Lydia laughs at me before realising I'm serious. There is precisely nothing I want to do right now other than take a run and jump from the throat of the world. I'm really not cut out for this, divines fuck. Standing at the door to High Hrothgar, I straightened my circlet and breathed deeply. bad." She nods sagely as we walk up the stairs and I laugh and thump her on the shoulder. You're upset, I'm dead! Your reason for living is gome! Bang, eaten." "Vignar runs up, " my lady! The imperials! They're coming!" I turn around, I'm in shock! The imperials! Then the dragon eats me. "Right so, picture this, half the city guard tied up in the keep, me fighting a dragon, super busy, you fighting a dragon, equally as busy." I can't fight him if he is any stronger than he already is." "I'm not letting a dragon in to my bloody keep with the threat of war looming, and the souls are only making Alduin stronger.
"I mean, it's your keep no ones stopping you just.
"I don't get why you have to have a peace council." Lydia groaned.
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