Warning: Sexual situations; not suitable for children.

5E 19, 14 Frostfall

The cat was out of the bag, and Dagur Ice-Shield was no more. A resident of Windhelm had visited Whiterun and recognized Dolff, and he had not been subtle about it. Within fifteen minutes of the meeting, everyone in the Plains District knew who he was, and half a day later, all of Whiterun knew.

Dolff was not happy.

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