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"You've got two days to do something about the Harassment of the Dunmer in your city."

Ulfric looked at the Elve in front of him and smirked. Bemused at the brash nature of the interruption in his own court.

"Or what little Asher?"

"I'll have your head hung from the Corner club wall like a trophy - after I've taken it off those shoulders of yours."

"Your welcome to try."

Dreav looked the Nord directly in the eyes, and return the grin that still sat on Ulfric's lips as he drew, then pointed his sword at the man.

"You'll regret saying that Ulfric, Those words will damn you."

He turned to leave, but a parting shot from the Jarl broke his stride.

"Better bring an army with you Dark Elf... You'll need it."

Dreav was at the door, kicking it open he turned again as he stepped outside, leaving the man with something to think over.

"No. I won't."