You, a weary traveler, step through the wooden doors of the Blue Palace in Solitude. You had heard great things about the city in general, and decided a visit would be worth the detour. The smell of the kitchen fills just about the entire palace with the scent of meat and spices, which makes for quite a pleasant aroma. You wander aimlessly, listening to the distant bickering of thanes and housecarls, when you run into Jarl Elisif.

"Oh, dear, excuse me! Are you here on official business?"