I ran to the inn and got some quick info from it's keeper that nine times out of ten, Falk Firebeard would be in the Blue Palace, but all day today, he's been at a fine clothing shop, named Radiant Raiments. I vaguely remember trying to enter that store as a child, but as soon as I walked in, the owner of the store shooed me out like I was a stray cat, no pun intended. I slowed down my speed to took to the store in a more casual manner. I entered, looking left and right, to see if anyone aside from the storekeeper was present, but not even the store owner was in sight; all that was visible were the dresses and outfits on display, fit for high-class nobles, or as I personally like to call them, "Snobby, self-centered, egotistical bastards". I suddenly heard the rambling of a man and woman from near, in the store. The voices along with footsteps came closer as I walked around, trying to find where they were coming from. The two voices then had physical appearances, coming from a door, that comes from downstairs. Two people, a young dunmer, and an old nord, come from said stairs, and they appear to be in the middle of some kind of argument.

The old man, whom I had hoped was Falk, spoke in a very irritated tone, "Damn it woman, I told you my size was large, not extra large!"

The dunmer woman was holding a book open, reading it with a pair of glasses. She spoke in a surprisingly calm tone, "I told you, Mr. Firebeard, we have you on file for an extra large, and I am not the one who wrote your order, so talk it out with the one who did." She quickly looked at me. "Sorry for the inconvienience, how may I help you?"

"Thanks, but I'm not here for you." I replied. I looked at Falk. "You're Falk Firebeard, right?"

He raised a brow at me, taking his mind off his clothing problem for a moment. "Yes, and who are you?"

"You don't know me, but I think my father does. His name is Dar'Jo?"

He raised both his eyebrows in surprise. "Ah, you're Dar'Jo's son." He looked at the elvish woman and gave her a waving hand-motion. "Just find me a good suit that fits."

The dark elf woman nodded and walked back downstairs.

He then turned back to me. "What do you want? If you're trying to sell me something, I don't want it."

I shook my head. "No, it's about that important thing that's supposedly happening tonight in the palace."

"Yes, the meeting with Jarl Maven and that other man? What of it? Do you want entrance?"

I nodded. "Yes, I heard that only recognized people of noble families were allowed to enter, do I count as one of those people?"

"Hmm..." He pondered for a moment, looking to himself. "I wouldn't classify your family to be noble, but quick arrangements could be made. What exactly is the occasion? Does this have something to do with the guild?"

"The entire guild depends on the information to be had there, sir. It's a long story, but basically the unknown man you speak of plans on destroying the guild. That's why he wants a word with Jarl Maven."

His eyes widened for a moment, and his facial expression turned serious. "You're positive?"

"Beyond positive."

"What's your plan on stopping him?"

"Well... Killing him, of course."

He rolled his eyes. "I've seen the man, he doesnt look too easy to simply kill."

"Well, first I should figure out his plan, Then provide a counter-plan, right?"

"Sounds good enough to me. I'll get you entrance to the palace. You'll be coming with me personally."

"Great!" I smiled in success.

The dunmer woman came back with a suit. "Mr. Firebeard, will this work?"

He gave it a brief look, and nodded. "Yes, yes."

"Alright, so when are we going to the palace?" I asked with enthusiasm.

The dunmer lady looked me up and down. "If you're planning on going to the palace, you may want to rethink that outfit."

I thought about it, and she was quite correct. Korrinir would recognize me if I came in like this, I needed a change of apparel to blend into the crowd over there. "Okay, what can you offer?" I asked.

"Well, I'd have to get you sized and fitted first, which takes about an hour."

"How much time do we have, Mr. Firebeard?"

"It's only 6 in the afternoon and the meeting starts at 10, so plenty of time."

"Okay, lets get started." I said.

"Our services still require a fee, of course..." The woman replied.

"Oh..." I reached for a pouch of gold I recalled getting from Karliah's body, and handed it to her. I didn't enjoy remembering where I got it from. I asked, "Will this cover it?"

She took the pouch and weighed with her hand, looking it up and down. "We'll see."

A few hours later, I'm in a fine outfit, properly fit for a noble. I was sure to fit into the crowd at the meeting now. I also grabbed a hat, hoping it would help my guise of nobility.

Falk left me and came back to the store after a few hours later, to see my status. He found me, standing in the middle of the store looking at myself while shrugging, getting my new clothes broken in. "Hows the new clothing?", He asked.

"It's... expensive, smells like cheap cologne, and it's really tight 'down there'. I'm not seeing any good things about these clothes, aside from the fact that I have boots to wear again, finally." I looked at him, slightly irritated. "Do people enjoy being dressed like this?"

He nodded with a smile.

I sighed, not understanding why one would wear something like this daily.

Falk went back to business, "Anyway, it's about nine o'clock. Are you prepared?"

"Absolutely." I replied.

"Wait." The dunmer said.

I turned to her. "What's wrong?"

"You paid the fee for the fitting, now you must pay for the suit itself."

I sighed. "Okay, how much is this thing?"

"Seven-hundred and fifty gold."

I stared at her blankly, hearing how high the price was.

Falk suddenly said, "I'll pay for it, put it on my tab."

"Very well, that is all." She walked back downstairs, without another word.

I looked to Falk. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me, you owe me money now." He waved at me to follow him. "Let's go."

We moved onto the palace. It was only thirty minutes before the meeting had begun, and as we approached the entrance to the palace, We noticed something rather unexpected: The white-robed men, along with men in the same armors as the vigilants from before were crowding the entrance to the palace, standing patiently. We had both stared at the sight, with Falk in confusion and I in fear.

Falk looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Those are his blind followers. Metaphorically blind, of course."

"Give me a full explanation, Boy."

"That man you were referring to, is named Korrinir Igmennson, otherwise known as the White Knight. He has his own group called the Order of Stendarr, and he used it along with some other help to destroy the Dark Brotherhood a long time ago, and now he wants the Thieves Guild." I pointed at the white-robed men and women. "Those people? They are his followers. I assume they blindly follow him like he's some type of saint."

"Is that all you know?" He asked.

"One more thing; He's the champion of a daedric prince, making him extremely difficult to fight in combat."

"I thought you said he was the leader of the Order of Stendarr. Dont they hunt daedra?"

"Exactly. Nobody knows that fact."

"Perhaps we could use that against him." He said, forming a plan.

"Let's worry about that when we get in and learn his own scheme."

We muscled past the members of the order, and entered the palace. We were stopped by guards of course, but Falk gave us both clearance by bluntly saying, "He's with me."

I entered the palace, following Falk as he walked up the stairs right in front of the palace. I had no time to even look around like a tourist, I was quite focused; I couldn't have cared less about the way royals lived anyway. Walking up the stairs, I noticed an aged woman in Jarl's clothing standing near the throne, and the throne was occupied by, of course, Queen Elisif. Falk told me to stay put in a corner in the background, making sure no one would notice me that much. He also told all the guards nearby that I have permission to do such things and can leave whenever desired.

After that, the meeting begun. Korrinir appeared from the front door, with his followers cheering and hollering in happiness through the door as he entered. You could see the guards putting his fanatics under control as he left the door open. He slowly marched up the stairs slowly, leaving creaking sounds from his armor. He stood before the queen, and took his helmet off, revealing a man with a fair head of hair, losing color on the sides. He held onto his helmet like a soldier, wrapping it around his arm.

After Korrinir had prepared himself, he took a bow, and said, "Present."

"Tis a pleasure to finally meet you, Sir Korrinir." Queen Elisif said.

"Likewise, My lady."

"It's about time you appeared." Jarl Maven said, rudely.

"As of now, this meeting has officially begun." Jarl Elisif said. The people within the palace came quiet. "Now, you've asked for the audience of Jarl Maven and I, so introduce yourself."