<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dragon's Reach<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar, The Kitteh, The Half-Breed, Imperial Swordswoman<br/><br/>Remaining silent for a time, Nalie watched the scene before her. Most would find it almost comical or would be shocked at the forwardness of the Imperials words, or even the Kahjiits'. Nalie however was studying the two. Kindred spirits. At least that is what some would call it. Moving her goblet as the Jarl tossed the scrolls onto the table the elf took a drink and set it down before she leaned over to look over the script. Eyes narrowing Nalie rose to her feet and snatched the nearest scroll.<br/><br/>Her face paled even more, anger now flaring in her eyes. That witch wouldn't dare make a move on Skyrim. Not now? Her eyes moved over the threats tracing over the bloody script. Several elven curses left her lips as she looked to the Jarl.<strong>"Did <em>she</em> send this?"</strong>her words filled with venom. The only true emotion she'd shown this entire time. Her lips pursed as she read over again, the hint at a Thalmor's script evident in the writing. Her mother couldn't be behind this. She wasn't this foolish.<br/><br/><strong>"I will do as you request my lord. Consider my debt being repaid. If she's behind this however, more than a simple debt is being taken care of."</strong>she said, her eyes still flashing with suspicious anger. Holding it up to the light she looked for her mother signature in the script, her eyes deciphering for any symbol that might be of her family, or any of the other nobility of the Thalmor.