kanathenord replied to your post: Kana drifted hesitantly into the Winterhold dungeon, as though she was confused as to why she was even in such a place, and stopped right in front of Dagurs cell. She made no protest when a rather angry looking guard shook her roughly by the shoulder and began to ramble on about the crime of trespassing on the Jarls private property; in fact, Kana ignored him pointedly and focused on her brother-in-law, saying simply, Was I too late?
Kana stepped out from under the weight of the guards hand, much to his indigence, and leaned on the bars of Dagurs cell with an exhausted huff, Too late to help you like I promised I would.
Dagur;s lip twitched at the question before he rolled his eyes, "Really? What gave it away? The townsfolk goin' on 'bout werewolves, the pile of bones that used be my friend being shipped back to Riften, or a pissy half-elf stabbin' a crude drawing of me?" he replied. Of course he wasn't sure of all this but the speculation seemed warranted given the events of the last few days.
