<div class="floatleft">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd461/rikk_319/Character%20Images/Viking_Warrior_by_severeene.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aelfgar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Reach, just outside of Markarth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early evening, dusk.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drake, Iljana, Moric, open<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Aye, and you'll know me as well, Bjerik," Aelfgar rumbled with a wry smile, stepping into the light and the view of the first male guard.<br/><br/>"That I do, Torvald's son.  It is good to see you've survived another season in the wild...though I wish you'd take up a position in the city, for we'd not mind your arm or blade beside us in these troubled times."<br/><br/>Aelfgar chuckled.  "I'd chafe here, Toric's son...my spirit is larger than my body, and needs the space of the wilderness!  These others travel with us, though Iljana Torviksdottir dwells within the walls, and Moric is a bard and, I am sure, knows how to warm the hearts of any taverngoers in Markarth.  I shall vouchsafe for him."<br/><br/>"Very well," the female guard replied, nodding.  "I can't say I'm saddened to see four sturdy types take lodging in our city.  The Foresworn are up to something, I can feel it."<br/><br/>"You're feeling the need for a tankard, Berdulfa, I'll warrant," Bjerik replied symathetically, "as am I, and the warmth of roast boar in my belly, but our change of guard has just begun.  And the Foresworn do not worry me as much as the threat that looms between Ulfric's Heir and Baldr."<br/><br/>"Hrm."  Berdulfa gazed grimly on her guard companion, and at the four travelers.  "That is true enough, I am afraid.  Enter Markarth, and heed all laws and representatives of the city guard.<em>May Shor guide your way to the Hall of Valor</em>," she ended with a particular blessing from the god of the afterlife.<br/><br/>"<em>And I before you</em>," Aelfgar spoke the usual reply, wishing the guard well.