Falk Firebeard, Steward

The Steward was going about Solitude for his morning walk before the local meeting with the Jarl for their regular brunch. The sky was relatively clear, but there were a few clouds. The sun seemed a bit shy as he peered, watching the local shop-keepers opening their doors for business. Life was a lot quieter now that the Rebellion was over. The stormcloaks had all but retreated to the coldest regions of Whiterun. His work as Steward was a lot quieter. a few rabelrousers outside the city walls, some pirates by the coast-side, but other than that, quiet.

SPLAT

Falk wiped away a weird raindrop off his head, it felt so gross he rubbed vigorously through his locks in an effort to dry his hair out. He needed to make his way back to the Blue Palace. If the rain was going to get this bad, he was going to need to get in quick. Perhaps they'll have their morning meal inside today. He passed by Victoria Vicci's on his way, noticing a new ensemble of outfits, fashion from across the world, brought to her collection to gather. Jarl Elisif may be interested in updating her fashion, if in modest taste.

The guards paid him no attention as he went forth into the palace, he could smell the Sweat Rolls and Eggs being prepared in the kitchen. He could also hear the Jarl speaking with someone in the throne room, that was odd, who could be here at this time?