<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dragon's Reach: Grand Hall</span></div>The Jarl nodded his head in regards to Ru'Ashka, though his eyes seemed to be wandering for another that was expected to show. When she was absent, he gave a small sigh and began to continue.<strong>"Yes. Forgive the formalities, but this is a rather important matter. One in which your testimony can decide much."</strong>He began, eyes coming straight to hers as he lounged back in the throne a little more. The scrolls were still furled in the mans lap, and the movement did make them shift. He placed a single hand on the documents to keep them from moving to much, and opened his mouth to continue before the entrance of the lovely Altmer cut his speech in mid term.<br/><br/>Frothar turned his gaze toward Nalie then, and an expression of frustration filled his features.<strong>"I'm a busy man, Nalie. Multiple things that interlink are taken care of at once. Now have a seat, and I'll get to you the moment we hear this woman's testimony."</strong>He chastised the elf, not seeming to feel awkward about doing such to a woman who hadn't aged since he was a child. From above one might have thought they heard a soft chuckle from Lethander, but if so the guard Captain did not show it on his features. His expression kept calm; just like it was when he first took up watch on the balcony.<br/><br/>Despite all this, Frothar kept his calm as his eyes came back to Ru'Ashka's.<strong>"Enough with the formalities, they've been broken at this point. Let your testimony be known."</strong>It seemed the Jarl was making a big deal out of nothing, but a perceptive person might notice the face of a Whiterun Noble in the back. He was sitting at the longtable, closest to the Jarl. The current head of the Battleborn family, and he bore a striking resemblance to one of the men in the barfight. It was the only man who never got to throw a punch, but would have been the only to do any real damage if he had.<br/><br/>Despite it all, even as the floor was given to Ru'Ashka, sounds from down the hall were coming. The sound of six pairs of footsteps grew near, and their presence had the Jarl seeming annoyed. Was it the prisoners arriving, or yet another interruption to distract him from the task at hand?