"...yeah. Probably."

"Go. That is more important, Dovahkiin. We will speak in the future, of this I am certain "

Ruby looks at him, then at Onmund, then at the audience.

They have an audience.

This is an excellent opportunity.

"Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, I came to Windhelm on behalf of the people of Skyrim to ask you for help holding the Valtheim Towers, so that they would no longer be preyed upon by bandits, robbed just as much as they were by the Empire and killed just as much as they were by the Dominion. I was turned away, told you couldn't spare any men to protect your people.

"Will you change your mind, now that you know it's the Last Dragonborn asking you? Or will you still stand by and let the people you mean to claim as your royal subjects be the casualties of the war you started in their name?"

Ruby's speech is long enough that Ulfric can recover from the surprise and understand what's happening here and he, too, is a public speaker. "Dovahkiin, we are at war, for freedom and safety and prosperity, and in a war sacrifices must be made. All true sons of Skyrim understand this, and know that freedom has a price."

"You mean to rule, to be High King. A true king does not stop taking care of his citizens during war. A true king can fight a war without abandoning his people to bandits and necromancers, can defeat his enemies without letting his country starve. Starvation is your enemy, too, and crime and disease. You don't stop fighting one front of your war just beside it got another front, and you don't abandon your people as soon as a sufficiently glamorous foe appears to distract you from them.

"You mean to be king, Ulfric Stormcloak? Then rule. Then protect your people. Then manage your country. Your roads, your forts, your cities. The sons and the daughters of Skyrim. Your soldiers are the coin you can use to pay, but if you pay with the lives of your smallfolk too then you're no better than the Empire or the Dominion, and if you can't be better than them then you are no true king.

"I hope when I return I will find that you've made yourself into someone worthy to be a true king."

And he's going to walk off right now because he's starting to get angry again and he doesn't think he can keep this civil if Ulfric invents more reasons why he should ignore his people.

...he doesn't really have a plan but he guesses he has to go, now; if he stops at the inn he'll look a lot weaker.

But once they're sufficiently out of everyone's sight Onmund has to pull him aside to jump his bones because that was really hot.

...you know what, that sounds like exactly what he needs to de-stress after all of that. Takes his mind off the destruction he saw around Windhelm as he walked. Ten of Ulfric's Stormcloaks died but many, many more civilians did, a microcosm of the whole problem—

"Hey. You," he says, snapping his fingers in front of Ruby's eyes. "Eyes on me, worry about whatever it is later, you're meant to be making me cum."

"...yes, sir."

"Good boy."