[i][color=ed1c24]"Things are not going well. The bandits continue to grow in strength, Stormcloak activity remains unchecked west of Helgen, and some of these fool townspeople can't see that the Legion is all that is keeping them from the creatures of Skyrim and that madman Ulfric. I pray to Talos that-"[/color] [/i] Denric shook his head in frustration. [i][color=ed1c24]"I pray to [s]Talos[/s] Akatosh that the tides of this war turn in our favor, and not Ulfric's. For Skyrim. For the Empire."[/color][/i] Denric placed the journal back into the drawer he drew it from, and rose to his feet. He had to make his rounds now. To ensure that the people remained placated, and in the event they weren't, that the Hold's guards were doing their jobs properly. The Tribune strapped his steel greatsword to his back, and stepped out of the confines of his quarters.