[b]Enroute to Skyrim Border[/b]

Jartod seemed to feel the cold air of Skyrim, himself somewhat shivering.
Jartod was no stranger to harsh environments. His Day in Argonia showed how much a place could cause havoc and disruption in a Man’s state, yes. But the cold air of Skyrim was something else. A land where people try to farm and make a living while surviving in almost impossible conditions, well atleast in Jartod’s terms. Jartod walked with the squad past Bruma, it seemed like a nice prelude to the weather in Skyrim. 

Jartod really felt somewhat pisst off to the events that occurred in Skyrim. With the new “Alessian Empire” striking up, he felt that the man behind all was a madman. Hell, maybe even Sherogoth in disguise. But, it was somewhat of a wakeup call as well. How can the Jarl of Solitude, The Leader of the Rebellion and the head of Thalmor operations in Skyrim die so easily and quickly? Hell, one of them even knew the voice! It was a troubling thought in deed, has the squad stayed in Bruma. Jartod seemed to grab some food and some mead to drink, for the long walk to Falkreath.

Jartod never really had been to Falkreath. He has read a few books on the town, but never really been there. It’s supposedly pretty damp, compared to other places like Riften or Markarth. He also heard it’s known for it’s graveyard, and has a lot of Nord Hero’s and whatnot. It seemed like a pretty quiet town as well, since the average bustle and hustle was in places like Whiterun and Solitude. Still, there is a Ominous Mood in Skyrim, and Falkreath is no different. The Jarl of Falkreath, is a stranch supporter of the cause of this new “Empire”, and judging by the briefing given by the officers back in the Imperial City, it seemed like they were many more Jarls who had their support to this new Empire. Jartod was still somewhat cold to the Imperials yes, but he was willing to work for them on this condition. Who would want a mad man emperor on the throne? Of course, Pegasus the Second was the odd exception.. 
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[b]FALKREATH[/b]

Jartod walked with the squad to the hill overlooking Falkreath, he nodded to Quarivier has he said the orders, it seemed apperantly the guards were that smart.

Jartod began by entering the city a far while after the others. He hunted various pelts of deer’s and other animals, before arriving the city pretty late. He also changed into a Hammerfall Garb, to forge his identity has a Hunter, he placed his armour discreetly outside of the city gates.

Jartod managed to enter the city unhindered, has he began to sell some goods to the local merchant. Making a loose profit, he then went to the tavern, before nodding to the bartender, Jartod then would spend the rest of the night in the Tavern, drinking a light blend of Ale.