Summary by @tldr:
"It wasn't pleasant and there was one who ran away like a coward, he would have if given a chance, yeah he would have raped one of us for sure." Ralof kicks at the dirt, anger builds inside him at the thought of this lowlife.
Is it only open to Nords, you know rumors some say Ulfric only wants Nords." "Anyone who is a true son or daughter of Skyrim (he taps her arm) can join; you need to go to Windhelm of course.
I also hope to see Ingoknin before you go... if that's OK?" "Yes, I think that would be nice, just be easier on her, the last few weeks have been rough." With that she bids Ralof a good night and heads to the tent where she finds Nin pretending to be asleep.
Nin hears Bagrak enter the tent, but says nothing, keeping her eyes closed she wills sleep to find her The ice-blue light oddly is not cold, she is drawn to it, wants to be in it... "My child"... who said that, she knows that voice?
But she is wide awake was it a dream or a nightmare she can no longer tell them apart, work will take her mind off all this the troops would probably like something warm to drink and eat.
At first she was so shocked she just stood there but soon her own arms reached around his neck pulling him in closer, he deepened the kiss, his tongue lightly caressing her lips and gaining access to her sweetness within.
He also tells him of an attack that took place right outside the city two Dunmer girls, sisters, kidnapped, their brother beaten so badly only by the mercy of the Gods did he survive.
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