Francis
People were coming and going. Activity in the palace was slowing to a halt, as the sun was setting. Ulgesh was sitting on the throne, his Steward on his right and Housecarl on his left.
Mario
"I'm currently winning our wager, I believe." He says, a stack of coins sitting on the ground right of his throne, "The Hold of Whiterun thanks you for your generous contribution." He looks to his right, "Say, Brukaz, any news on the construction of the Talos shrine?"
Tammy
*Durak gave off a deep grunt, finishing with a sigh*

**"Hmph, unfortunately... That's half of my pouch now my Jarl, I'm sure the contributions will be put to good use hmm?"**

*He grinned at Ulgesh, still sorta upset at how much he's lost to this bet. His hand reaching down to pet his bear Arga, as it sat in well mannered Attitude. Watching citizens come in and out of the hold*
Connie
*At the Jarl's right side stood his steward, an Orsimer as well, a bit shorter than the Jarl but equally burly and sporting a short beard, his tusks brushing against his short mustache. Though he was an advisor first and foremost, the orichalcum muscle cuirass and greaves he wore made it clear he was still a formidable warrior, but he carried himself with a somewhat refined demeanor and attitude, almost a counterpoint to the large battle axe that hung on his back over a wolfskin cloak.*

"Yes, my Jarl. Progress is somewhat slow-going but the stone masons have been working vigorously on the statue. I have seen their work first hand, and they are off to an excellent start."
Joyce
*Making her way through the crowds within the hall Glesh approaches the trinity with a curious look on what they are up too* 

"Carrying out another wager my Jarl?"
Sylvia
Calina had finally made her way back to Whiterun, it was filled with an assortment of emotions. Hatred, sadness, anger, confusion, paranoia, there was a lot going through her mind.


She had hoped this was some sick joke, a prank by one of her men. Or perhaps Balgruuf had been not feeling well and wanted to test her, see her reaction. But with the look from her men, the overall tone she felt when entering back into her home. She felt heated, she wanted to throw up. She made her way through the market in a hastily fashion and made her way up to the steps.

With the doors opening wide, the guard made her way up to the wooden steps and stopped in her tracks. She was stunned.

There he was, an Orc on the throne, as well as more Orcs? What was this? A secret invasion? How could anyone let these barbarians take the mantle and play Jarl? Nobody else challenged him for the throne? Everyone just failed Balgruuf. She was ready to give a mouthful, but knew if she went too far out of line or said the wrong thing. She would either be rotting in the dungeon for the rest of her life, or be made an example by her head being placed on a pike for all to see. She didn't want to be a bad example, her men for the most part seemed compliant with the new Jarl, not that you can tell even they were uneasy with the sudden change of hats. However, they were still being paid and none of them wanted to be the first to step out of line as well.

Just from a glance, she could tell that the Orc was a mighty warrior. It was no wonder he won such a duel against her Jarl. Even then, she had a quick thought of challenging him herself. But soon had a flash image play in her mind of being either defeated or killed. She knew the orc would probably kill her with one swing, or snap her neck with little effort.

But she felt like Balgruuf's hand himself had told her to calm down, it was not worth the effort and he was for the most part honorable. Perhaps he would make a good Jarl for the people, but only t

Ime would tell.

She would take a deep breath, balling up fists that soon relaxed and she would then make her way to the throne.

"My... Jarl. I have returned from Falkreath. It is... A honor to meet you." She would clench her fist and place it across her chest before giving a bow to the Orc. It felt wrong to her. She could barely get the words out of her teeth.
Mario
"Ah, you must be Calina Krowviir." He says, a warm smile on his face, "The people here speak highly of you, especially Balgruuf. He was here the other day... Morndas, I believe. We spoke a while." He claps his hands together, "Anyway. I'm glad I can finally meet you." He stands up, taking a few steps down, he puts out his hand to shake
Tammy
*Durak has been watching Glesh before his attention was brought to Captain Krowviir. Intently watching their approach, taking afew steps forward being diagonal with Ulgesh. A little bit hesitant with him wanting Ulgesh to shake hands, a hand resting on the pommel of his sheathed blade. His face showed a bit of worried but a still a smile*

**"Hmph..."**

*Keeping his eye on the captain, Agra the bear stayed sitting by the throne. Laying down this time, staring directly at the captain*
Connie
*Brukaz looked curiously at Captain Krowviir, approaching to stand beside Ulgesh. He seemed to study her, steadily taking in her facial expressions, her body language, her tone. And then, he spoke up.*

"My Jarl, I believe she is overwhelmed by recent events. Captain, I assure you that the Jarl's rule is a fair and honorable one."
Joyce
*Glesh could see the anger placed behind the captain's clenched fist. But Glesh did not feel threatened by it. She found and understanding and sympathy towards the captain as she pondered a reality where the roles was reversed where Ulgesh who was usurped instead. Glesh could only imagine how angry she must feel. Glesh would feel the same if it was her Jarl.*
Sylvia
She looked at his hand, only but for a moment she hesitated. But for the most part he seemed like a decent man. Though he could just be putting on a face. Still, he showed her a bit of respect, it was only fair for her to do the same.

Her hand would grab the Jarl's and she gave him a sturdy shake. Showing that she was not a milk-drinker captain that filed paperwork all day. Her hands had some roughness and strength to it. Nothing to overpower or crush, but he could feel it.

She shot a glare at the other Orc, who was adorned in armor. It seemed like he was already changing the Nords out with his own kin, but perhaps it was just a coincidence that the Steward and a Housecarl would now Orcs. The Steward she felt like had good character, but the Housecarl seemed like your typical "Three wives, die before old man" Brute of an Orc. She gave no fear, and was waiting for the Orc to make a move. Calina would defend herself, and saw the Housecarl as a more fair fight than with the Jarl, she had more confidence that she could best him over the Jarl. Whom she had some fear from.

"Do I have any new duties other than my present ones?" She asked, in case if he had plans for her while she was away. If not, she would more than likely have to make sure he didn't cheapen out on the patrols or start adding his own guards. Calina only picked people who would be worthy of wearing the armor, and she thought an Orc would be more inclined to choose violence instead of diplomacy. But perhaps she could discipline them to use more words than cleave somebody in two.
Mario
He released his grip, "At the moment your duties remain the same. Although you will be working Glesh, my Shield-Wife, who is responsible for my protection." He shouts, "Saldaer! Darling! Can you prepare the tables!"
Francis
A Bosmer in red robes steps out of the kitchen, "Of course love! One moment!" He steps back into the kitchen, then after a moment begins setting the tables. The members of Ulgesh's court would know that Saldaer is the Jarl's Hearthwife
Mario
"Would you care to eat with us, Captain?" He says, "Saldaer is an excellent cook, I'd hate for you to miss out on such a feast."
Tammy
*Durak went at ease, standing up back straight. Whistling for Agra to come to his side, giving her head scratches*

**"Brother Ulgesh, does Agra still get her meal like I asked? She deserves a well earned treat.."**

*He asked with a smile, asking him jokingly. Glancing between the captain and Ulgesh*

**"Furthermore, i believe the captain should trust your judgements.."**