tb.i

Decision made, Delgrin strode through the cobblestone
streets stiltedly. He had never been one to wait, to chose the patient, careful
path, so adopting such an attitude was as unnatural as it was difficult for
him. Everything inside him screamed that he should be finding that bastard and
lopping of his head. But he wasn’t that adventuring, cold-blooded,
irresponsible Delgrin Stoneforge any longer. He was Jarl now. He had hundreds
of lives under his care. He had to maintain at least the illusion of order. He
couldn’t go around decapitating traitors – even though that was justice – even
though that would have erased the problem. Delgrin wasn’t subtle, but he knew
that right now he needed to be.

So
who did he know who was subtle, apart from the damned wizard or Chancellor or
arch-Angel or whatever the hell he was calling himself this week? Or the sadistic priest? Or the self-righteous asshole with his curved blades and spells? Or the
fool with his musical instruments and buffoonery? None of those. Maybe he
needed to look closer to home.