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Jorn looked closer, "No Walker, the wolves are threatening the farm, the Sabre Tooth looks like its just one guy trying to end his hunt with a bang. The description says he is pretty old, the Sabre Tooth will just be his last hunt and he wants a hunting buddy." It may not be a good idea to leave an entire day out of town, what if the dragon showed up, on the other hand if the dragon showed up here would their really be any way to defend themselves? Would the walls of Windhelm protect them or trap them in their burning coffin? "So Walker do you want to help the farmers with the wolves or go with the old man to help him hunt that Sabre Tooth?"

"Well argue while you can, I am going to find this theif." Sadur headed off to the last spot he hit and looked around. Picked lock and item stolen, standard, not much diferent than he would when he thieved.

"All I know is that I'm not doing "pansy work" like delivering a damn letter to Riften," Walker mentioned. "Plus, the bounty for the wolves is nuts! Only thirty pieces? Fourty-five isn't much better though. It's hard to find decent paying work around here."

"This is just a job board," Jorn said once Sadur headed out. "I am sure we can ask around if you want."

@Sadur- As you head out into the Windhelm you can faintly make out small glowing colors in the chest of each citizen. The colors range from blue to yellow to red.

Sadur examined the area seeing into these people. To himself he thought "Waut, could a soul represent a person? By, color?" He was stunned and unable to move as he looked around at these colors.

"Maybe there's something close by that would pay better," Walker suggested. "Should we ask the Jarl?"

(If this has been 100 years since then who knows.)

(Its probably going to be a nord. How about Fisk Giant-Masher?)

(Well, my backup for the Archmage if you weren't going to make one was a Breton named Craiye who specialized in Illusion magic. Maybe I could use him as, say, the Archmage's court wizard or something.)

Jorn and Walker headed out and up to the Hall of Kings, after getting permission to enter they say a Large Throne with a heavy Nord speaking to a smaller Breton man.

"I'm just putting the possibility out there that maybe the Stormcloaks are still out there," the Breton, Craiye, said to the Jarl. "They could start their rebellion at any time now."

Fisk Giant-Masher
Fisk laughed loudly, "If the Stormcloaks were going to return they would have by now Craiye, quit your worrying!" Guards in black escorted Jorn and Walker up to the Jarl, "if your really worried about it well send guards or pay some sell swords to go check out the ruins and see if it really is Ulfric's only son Adrik trying to start a rebellion."

Jorn
"You know sir, we're looking for work..."

"Right, sir," Craiye said. As Craiye started to walk away, he suddenly vanished in thin air. Though more likely than not he was just showing off his Illusion magic.

"Sellswords you say?" Walker asked the Jarl. "We would be interested in work along those lines."

Fisk Giant-Masher
"Alright, how about one hundred gold each, and if you bring be back the head of Adrik I'll throw in an extra one hundred for you to split... Three Hundred in all, clear out the Dwarven ruins and if Adrik Storm-Cloak is there bring me his head. Do we have a deal?"

Jorn
"Yes your Jarliness, it is more then fair!" Jorn bowed and turned heading for the doors.

Meanwhile Sadur was examining the lock on a house that had been broken in to. Whoever had picked it was good. He pushed open the oak door to a loud creak. "Maybe I should talk to someone before I go into every house armed." Sadur said. He stood up and turned in search of a guard.

Sadur found what he was asking for. A guard. "Sir, I heard there was a thief abound. I have had, experiences with thieving and could help find him. All I need is entry to the homes he has busted into."

Windhelm Guard
The Guards soul turned from yellow to red, "uh, no... The thief was caught. No need to snoop around OUR crime scene." Their was something fishy about not only what he was saying but also the way his soul color changed so suddenly.