<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dragon's Reach: Grand hall</span></div>Jo'Shaar's words had Idolaf rising from his seat again, despite the fact that he'd seemed to brush aside Lucretia's somewhat obvious statement.<strong>"Listen here Housepet, this isn't a matter you want to press!"</strong>He snarled at the Kahjiit, but before it could go too much further, the Jarl once again rose his hand.<strong>"Lethander, escort Idolaf out of the Hall. It seems he is forgetting what's really at stake here."</strong>Those words sent the noble's eyes flaring. It was an obvious slight on the Jarl's part, but it seemed Frothar was beyond caring at this point.<br/><br/>The Guard Captain did as he was bid, though the way his eyes lingered on Jo'Shaar's would indicate that the wily mage had gotten to him. Regardless of that, he took Idolaf by the arm.<strong>"This way, Mi'Laird."</strong>He said with a small sigh, beginning to drag the noble from the room.<strong>"You can't do this, Frothar! I was defending Whiterun when you were just a boy, you'll regret this you ungrateful little swine!"</strong>The battleborn managed that much before Lethander clamped his mailed hand over the man's face, quieting him as he escorted the old highborn out.<br/><br/>Frothar took yet another long drink of his mead after that, and finally sat down the tankard amidst all the questions and comments being thrown his way. He first regarded Ru, and with a nod he managed a small chuckle.<strong>"Lass, those septims were just the payment for your testimony. More then you ask will come your way if you help us through this. I trust you aren't implying that Whiterun doesn't give just payment to it's allies?"</strong>He asked the lady with a sly wink, and even managed to keep up a jesting tone despite the gravity of the situation.<br/><br/>Lucreatia and Nalie's questions seemed to be intermingled for the Jarl, however; and he sighed seeming to think on how to answer the both of them.<strong>"I'm not sure, Nalie. I know it was one of them, hence why I needed you and Lucretia. You are the only ones I know of who've dealt with their kind."</strong>He mentioned, and Nalie would see no trappings of Thalmor nobility on the documents. But their were certainly distinctive handwriting, the kind one would only see from a Thalmor noble. The slight curse on the S, even the tails that lined the T's. It was unmistakable.<br/><br/>Frothar's gaze lowered on Lucretia then, and he gave her a soft nod.<strong>"Yes, they claim to have a means of controlling the plain walkers. I'm not certain how, but if I'm right; they can't do it alone. There has to be some sort of dark artifact controlling them. And I trust you have noticed the handwriting of the documents, or has your training slipped so much in just a year?"</strong>The Jarl questioned with a smirk, one that said he was certain it hadn't. That's when a noise from the door ushered, and Captain Lethander returned from his duties.<br/><br/>Lethander's eyes first went to Jo'Shaar's, and he gave the Kahjiit a respectful nod.<strong>"I'll investigate yer claims against my men. I hadn't heard of them until now, else it would have been dealt with already."</strong>He said, his tone brisk; but it was obvious that the mage had managed to appeal to the man's sense of honor. The Jarl nodded his approval, and it seemed neither had truly expected Jo'shaar to become involved in all of this.<strong>"I'll stay with the documents as long as you need to study them. Remember though, haste is needed in these matters. Though, Lucretia, I'd like to have a word with you in private later. Just give me a chance to explain the situation."</strong>Frothar tried to reason with the currently hot tempered former blade.<br/><br/>It had turned into a troubling situation altogether, but for now it seemed the matter was resolved. The party also had a chance to further study the documents, which would no doubt be a boon to them. The scrolls contained mostly saber rattling, but the words spoken within held venom. They spoke of a giant attack, and they had done this a few times during the various scripts. Their warnings seemed to grow more fervent as it continued, however; and the last spoke of a kinswoman turned traitor who'd be coming to give aid. That she'd not make it to the gates.