<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dragon's Reach: Grand Hall</span></div>The Jarl's attention focused on Ru as she gave her testimony. Lethander from above remained quiet through it all, seeming to simply survey the area. Though when the Kahjiit came into play, and his question rolled out, the Jarl seemed to get annoyed. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak he was cut off by Lucretia. Anger flared in his eyes, though not like the anger that rushed through the Battlborn nearby. The agging man looked as if he'd bound up from his seat and attack the dark haired Imperial. It grew worse as the debacle continued, and before long it had reached a boiling point.<br/><br/>The Battleborn rose from the table, obviously seething at the words.<strong>"Don't try to discredit me with lies!"</strong>He hissed with rage, but before it could continue a voice rang high from above.<strong>"Enough, Idolaf!"</strong>It was Lethander, making his way down from the balcony.<strong>"Give the defense time to speak. Ye know the rules, even if ye don't want to follow em."</strong>He the captain continued on with a cold tone, and that gave way for the Jarl to continue. Frothar's eyes closed, and he seemed to collect himself for but a moment before he spoke more on the subject.<br/><br/><strong>"You."</strong>The Jarl regarded the Kahjiit, eyes meeting the feline's.<strong>"You speak among proud, nords. Do not wait to have your voice heard, lest you lose your chance to make your points known."</strong>He explained, before his eyes cast back to Lucretia.<strong>"Do not attempt to antagonize your accuser with misconception about the duel between you. You know well most in this room know what happened that day, and also know Idolaf would no sooner want you then a goat. He likes  ladies not warrior women."</strong>It seemed things had taken a turn out of context for the Jarl, an thus he held up the scrolls.<br/><br/><strong>"These are why you were brought here!"</strong>Frothar exclaimed, the Jarl now seeming to have vanished in favor of the Brawler. He rose from his throne then, and unfurled the scrolls out across the table. There on the pages laid threatening words, all written in human blood.<strong>"Whether you and your friend did it or not, this woman's testimony gives you credit. Idolaf accuses you of attempting to murder his son, and from what I've heard the man never got to throw a punch. This makes it believable."</strong>He warned the young lass, though it would seem certain that the Imperial already knew it.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't want this to take any longer then necessary. Someone threatens us, and I'll not have a moment more go by with this Hold at risk of a true Giant siege. Someone claims to control the creatures, and since the last warning read that my coming scholar would be attacked by one; I believe them. Because she was. Take your chances with the tribunal that could follow, or help me with this problem. That goes for everyone in the hall! Who will step up to stem the the threat against Whiterun!"</strong>The Jarl was calling them all out now; and offering a look at important Documents to anyone that was interested.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll offer plenty of gold, and other things besides. But if these documents speak true, then Whiterun is in more danger now then we faced against the Stormcloaks over twenty years ago.</strong>Even the Battleborn seemed taken aback by this realization. Idolaf slowly stepped back, and took his seat with flaring eyes. It seemed he knew what needed to be done.<strong>"Fine, I wont press if Lucretia and the Cat take on the task."</strong>He answered, and The Jarl looked at the woman who'd dealt with many issues to make this all happen. He gestured to his steward then, and sent the man to deliver her a single pouch; containing all of a hundred septims.<br/><br/><strong>"You are more then welcome to take on the task as well, lass."</strong>Frothar regarded Ru, and then sighed before he took a seat at the longtable and knocked back a large flagon of Nordic mead.