Puzzled by the disappearance of his stead Fjorkvar left Helgen just has the sun started to peer over the Skyrim landscape. The journey to Falkreath would take no more than a few hours, he would try to cut that down by running maybe the loss of Shadowmere was some kind of blessing. The years he spent at home may have caused him to put on some extra weight, and Talos knows he loved Horker stew and the amount of Black-Briar mead he drank everyday day surely added to his current psychical state, so the light jog he was about to undertake would help him out.
Three hours later he reached the entrance to Falkreath, completely blown up, breathing heavily he had to take a moment to stop and get oxygen back into his lungs. Hands on his side bending over he lifted his head slightly looking for the guards of Falkreath who are normally stationed here but there where nowhere to be found, instead perched here was Nahfahlaa he did not say a word, he looked over to Fjorkvar and pointed forward with a nod.
Walking ever so slowly through to the centre of town he looked around for any sign of life but none were found. Fjorkvar drew his sword as he moved to the holds cemetery; he knew just how much this hold had been ravaged by the Great War and it only seemed logical that one more son or daughter of Falkreath was being buried either trying to fight the Imperials or the Thalmor. Standing at the top of the path he looked down seeing a gathering, he proceeded forward to check out the scene. Coming closer he noticed an Imperial male seated on the floor, a sword sticking out of the ground next to him. Fjorkvar questioned what could be so special about this man and why has his appearance caused such a commotion. Fjorkvar with his weapon still drawn moved through the crowd, hearing the insults directed at this Imperial by the Falkreath inhabitants, finally arriving at the front of the pack, he saw before him this man with two guards either side.
"It's time for you to leave Imperial." The guard to the left shouted.
The man still sat there like a stone.
"We've run out of patience with you. Maybe it's time for the Thalmor to have a turn." The guard to the right said turning to his partner.
"Isn't that the reason this cemetery is filled? The army lead by Tiber Septim would fight for no one but him, same goes for the legions of Uriel Septim V and he lead his men on a death march." The Imperial said with a soft voice. "The men I served with would happily die for their Emperor, and many did. This cemetery is filled with the Nordic dead that gave their live for a cause. You don the armour of the Empire but you are just as gut-less as the man who signed your land over to those yellow bastards. And now I must take my leave of this conversation, I have a guest joining me shortly."
The guards enraged by the audacity of this Imperial reached for their weapons, hearing them unsheathe their swords he placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, spinning to his feet from the seated position pulling the sword out of the ground, turning slicing the guard to his right head clean off, before he came to a standstill, he reached behind drawing a dagger and plunging it into the other guards chest, Both guards fell to their knees, the mysterious Imperial with his left arm still holding the dagger planted in the chest of the deceased guard lifted his right leg and kicking the guard to the floor ripping his dagger out.
The man turned to the crowd, who were all stunned and shocked. His eyes caught those of Fjorkvar, he casually looked him up and down, making a note of his posture and the way he was hold his sword.
"I do not enjoy killing the men that wear the armour of the Imperial legion. These men lost their way, just like the rest of the Empire. People of Falkreath my time here is done, do not be surprised if the Thalmor or more Imperial soldiers come looking for me, I do not want you to keep secrets from them, tell'em what you wish I will be long gone but do let them know..time is running out for Thalmor rule over Tamriel."
The Imperial walked up to Fjorkvar and stood in front of him leaning in.
"I need to speak to you Dragonborn. Meet me at High Hrothgar. The Greybeards will let me in."
He then proceeded to walk off leaving Fjorkvar standing alone.