Aulfr sat in his thinking chair, as he now called it, and stared out the broken glass of his beloved overlooking window. Unfortunately, one of the damned assassins decided to make a flashy entrance and break through the glass, roll into the room, and try throwing daggers at him and Aleksandra. Fortunately, Aleksandra is badass and killed him before he finished his roll.

But the asshole [i]didn't[/i] replace his goddamn window. He loved the hell out of the window.

Yeah, the jarl that sent him is dead. Very dead.

He also needed to speak with his assassin, his distant friend. He rather missed her, even if he had been quite preoccupied lately. It was here he sat, when he heard the door open and close behind him, Aleksandra entering the room. Presumably, she had just gotten back from her morning training; it was not too terribly hard to [i]smell[/i] her, even if he didn't mind the somewhat foul smell of sweat. Sweat means hard work and effort, after all. 

Standing up, he stared at the broken glass for a moment before turning around to face Aleksandra.

"Ah, good, you're back. The next feast is the day after tomorrow. And we're making our move. My guardsmen are all assigned to the proper positions; I'm going to be challenging my father for Oberjarl, that day. I'll be fighting this, and you're going to be keeping anyone from interfering. My men are going to be doing the same thing, but I need you to really keep an eye on everyone. Make sure none of the jarls rallies anyone, or tries to make a move. I'd rather not have to replace any more; as it is, we're actually too low on jarls. Any more, and we'll start having too few people controlling too much."

He gave her a sort-of smile. He was nervous; tense. This was what the past few years have been coming down to.

"Your maids, assassins in training, they'll be the maids of the event. They'll not be killing anyone, I just need them there so that they keep an eye on everyone both before and during my challenge."