Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20180730131008

(@Nelthro: That's the thing, your characters never tried to find out if it does or not so they have no idea. :P)

Inside the keep there were plenty of shadows for the Dunmer to hide in, so he didn't have any trouble navigating the structure. After a few minutes of looking around, he heard a conversation.

"Did you hear the news, one of the scouts returned. He informed Captain Abdul of the pirates' new hideout, on the western coast." One of the Cyrus soldiers told his compatriot.

"Do you think the captain will order us to move out now that we've confirmed their location?" The other soldier asked.

"Maybe, but we're still waiting for a few of the patrols to return. It's likely that he won't order anything until then." The first soldier muttered.

"Damned pirates, thinking they can defile hallowed ground." The other soldier angrily grunted. "We'll make them pay for disturbing our ancestors."

When Nelthro approached the doors, the two Blades that had been stationed there opened them and walked inside after him.

On the Ruby Throne sat Emperor Darius I. He had aged quite a lot since Nelthro had last laid eyes on him, the Emperor was 62 years old afterall. His brown hair had long since turned gray, his goatee grown out into a long and elegant beard and his face covered in wrinkles.

"Nelthro Kanir, it has been a long time." Darius spoke. His voice was soft, just as it had been all those years ago. "I was surprised to hear that you've requested an audience. We haven't spoken to one another in decades."

Beside the Emperor, two Blades stood guard. One of them Nelthro might remember as Sir Caesar Autrus. Sir Caesar looked old, just like his emperor, but he still seemed fit for duty. The other Blade was a younger chap.

"Hmm." The Nord captain grunted. "Took you long enough. Come, Freydis is waiting."

He gestured for Roderon and Ellie to join up with him and his men and walked towards the inner part of the compound.

"Ah..." Quintus now understood the seriousness of the situation. "So the Procuratore is trying to avoid a diplomatic incident with the Baron. It would reflect poorly on the High Rock garrison if word gets out that one of our Centurions attacked a friendly ship and let pirates escape. Your demotion would be the least of your worries."

He straightned himself and added. "I appreciate the honesty, ma'am. I will be a pleasure working with you and your crew from here on out. I will familiarize myself with your ship for the time being. I suggest we make for Tulune posthaste and offer our service to the Baron in reclaiming those lost ships and their cargo."