A Nord named Balrir the Strong was a mercenary hired by Ulfric, "Damn, how am I gonna get my money." (my armor looks like this)

"Uuh, loot it off his corpse?"

(changed the armor)

After being pushed out of the way of the attack, I shout at my attacker,

and breathe fire at him. I'm sorry, my fellow Argonian. I hate that I have to attack my own kind... But I was attacked first. I thought as the fire sprayed forth.

*I keep running, eventually, at the edge of the city, I find multiple imperial couriers, nine for the nine holds, They gallop on their horses in different directions (I don't think you'd be able to shoot them with arrows)*

{I thought a person would say: "I use my bow and shoot all nine of the couriers" and I don't think that's fair}

*After talking to the couriers, I turn around and jump to gold's defense (not literally, I can't jump that far. I ran).*

GoldGonian
"Eh, whatever," said Gold, crouching and rolling out of the way. "Shar, wait up!"

he was thinking

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*I take my flames spell and use the oil in a spot in my armor to make a giant flame*

GoldGonian
"Eh, whatever," said Gold, crouching and rolling out of the way. "Shar, wait up!"

((That was a thought.))

After seeing that gold avoided my fire, I attempt to chase after him for a bit, but sigh as I see the couriers get away... "Well, with Ulfric dead, I don't get paid... I don't see a reason for me to continue this fight..." I say to myself, and lower my scythe to a less aggressive position. "You know, if you two can pay enough, I'd help you instead... You'd have to pay more than what Ulfric would've, but I'm sure that's not a problem..."

"Why do we need help?"

"He was a good man." Balrir takes off his helmet. "Good man come and go, now I want my money, it seems your the only one who can."