"Honestly, I prefer wine but... After the loss of my legion, I'll gladly take some." He responds as he accepts the cup from the Nerevarine, taking a sip of it, the heat from it not bothering the man.

'Loss of your legion. It was the Aldmeri Dominion, yes?' Sauriil grunts. 'The damned Domninion have broken their promise, and have forgotten the ways of old. They attacked some Imperials recently, perhaps your legion were the Imperials?'

Sauriil gives Hadar a cup. 'Here.'

"Thank you, Sauriil do you know of the cult"

"Yes, they were. We were moving to relieve some of our forces near Ivarstead, where the Cult was attacking, before the damned elves attack." He then glances over to Falin.

"Er... High Elves."

'Of course. The King has broken his promise. He had promised me to protect Nirn as equals, provided I persuade the citizens to make them king. He swore on Auri-El!' Sauriil silently cursed.

Falin shrugged, "I have no sympathies for the Dominion."

"This will mean war, and I believe this time we will win. Word has it they are being more affected by the Cult then the Empire."

"Well what ever this cult is i guess someone has to stop them...would any of you be intrested in trying to stop them?" Said Hadar takin a sip of his tea

Falin sighed, "I don't have much choice in trying to stop them if they've turned into that big of a threat."

She glanced at Tiberius. "Why don't we rest for tonight and set out in the morning?"

"It's your camp your the boss" Said Hadar with a chuckle 

She shot Hadar an annoyed look. "Then try and get some rest."

Sauriil sat down, and continued to sip from his tea. 'Falin, Makor. We need to talk.'

She turned to Sauriil. "What about?"