Francis
The great hall of Dragonsreach is still as active as it usually is. Civilians, Adventurers, Guards, and the like moving in and out. Something is *Different*, though. Jarl Balgruuf is not sitting on the throne, Proventus and Irileth are not at his side, and Farengar is nowhere to be seen. In fact you'd notice that there's an odd amount of *Orcs* Around.
Mario
"Yes, we are aware of that and are doing our best to fix it." He says, "Our builders have already been dispatched there." He sighs, turning to his Steward, "Make sure the builders actually go there. I want them on their best behavior."
Tina
*A very tall, mostly black-haired Khajiit opened the great wooden doors and entered the hall. He looked around with visible curiosity as he moved towards the throne. Under his breath, he muttered something.*

"...Khajiit has been out of town for too long."
Francis
There was a line formed, mostly civilians with a few guards and adventurers interspersed.
Mario
"Do I really have to talk to every single one of them?" He mumbles to himself, "Next!" He barks, as another person gets in line. It would continue like this for several minutes, directing resources, guards, and solving disputes with every person.
Tina
*Once it had gotten to Sha'dar, he still had the curious look on his face, but he cleared his throat and spoke.*

"Forgive my ignorance my Jarl, but I have been out of town for some time and unaware of recent events. What has happened to Jarl Balgruuf and his court?"
Mario
He looks over to his Housecarl, "That's another 10 septims." He says with a low chuckle, "I defeated him in single combat. He's still around, I gave him a home within the city, but I am now the Jarl of Whiterun."
Tina
"An intriguing change. Oh, but my manners. I am Sha'dar. A scholar, an alchemist, and a swordsman if need be. May I know your name, my Jarl?"
Mario
"Ulgesh gor-Luruk." He says. The Housecarl hands him a stack of ten septims, "Thank you, dear Housecarl." He says with a chuckle, placing the septims in a pouch on his right
Tina
*Sha'dar smiled a bit at the exchange, stifling a laugh.*

"I take it you made a bet on how many would be surprised by your new rule. But regardless, is there anything I can do to assist you, my Jarl?"
Mario
"I did, a lot of peopel come in here specifically asking about where Blagruuf went." He laughs, "There's nothing at the moment that needs done. Although there's murmurings of an assassination attempt against me."
Lisa
Jarls come and go, but over the ages a certain Argonian has been a constant. Once more the doors of mighty Dragsonsreach would part, admiting an argonian with abnormally white scales. He seemed to be dressed in commoners attire, however given that most of his clothes were oil stained this was him dressing up.

Close behind the lizard, who's right arm gleamed in the light of the torches, a clacking sound would echo and a dwarven spider would follow. 

The mighty doors would close, and Jormund would approach, clicking his pointer finger and thumb together twice. The spider stopping staring at a chair and following the lizard.

"Ah, so the rumors are true then!"
Tina
"An assassination attempt, you say? Ah, it appears more company has come."

*Sha'dar turned to face the voice of whosoever entered. He again looked on curiously, stepping aside a bit to get a better look.*

"Hmm... This one is intrigued, *Saxhleel*. Who might you be?"
Mario
"Does that count?" He asks, looking at his Housecarl, "Bah, keep your money." He says with a laugh, "Indeed, the rumors are true." He says, "I can only assume you're the Argonian Gray-Mane tinkerer I've heard so much about?"
Lisa
"Guilty as charged. Jormund Grey-Mane, at your service, my Jarl"

The Argonian would give a bow to the Jarl, a polite smile on his face and a chuckle leaving his lips. Red eyes accompanied the abnormally pale scales, and upon closer inspection his entire right arm from the elbow down had been replaced with what appeared to be a dwarven style prosthesis.

"Artificer and Scholar, tinkerer and thinkerer. If I'm going to be honest I don't quite understand the shock at the change in Jarl. Leadership ebbs and flows" Turning to look at the Khajiit after sort of blanket introducing himself, the Argonian would offer his robotic hand to shake "And you are, my friend?"
Tina
*The Khajiit towered over both the Jarl and the Argonian, more than seven feet certainly, but he still bent over a bit to shake the Argonian's hand.*

"Sha'dar. Most Jarls have been Nords, hence my intrigue at seeing that an Orsimer is Jarl. That, and I have been out of town for some time. Khajiit merely finds it curious how great changes can happen in short periods of time."