"Sit down Eris, you need not worry" said Signus, half rising from his own stool. Around him, other Imperial troops stirred and grumbled into their earthenware bowls and mugs.
Watching warily, Signus continued to rise from his own food to greet the unwelcome visitor. A Stormcloak, badly dripping with rain and covered in a mixture of undergrowth and mud. A large ornate axe of steel adorned his tall figure. He would make for a difficult opponent if it came to a fight thought Signus. In the corner of his eye he saw Eris loosen the hilt of his own sword from the scabbard on his belt.
Leaning forward onto his knuckles he spoke calmly at his enemy. "And who might you be Stormcloak?"
A hand brushed the wet black hair from his face. "My name is Ronvir, and what might yours be Imperial?"
"I am Signus. I am the captain of these fine men. Now, to business. This isn't the right camp for Stormcloaks so why are you here? Too much mead?"
Around him, his men laughed nervously, anticipating the Nord to react with violence as opposed to words. More swords were slowly loosened and a bow was notched.
Ronvir snorted. "So much for courtesy. I'm here to negotiate the release of .." a shout went up outside. Swords rasped out of their scabbards and the strings of severals bows were pulled taut. Ronvir didn't even acknowledge them for he too had turned to face the entrance of the tent. The rain was pouring down so thick that all Signus could see was the orange glow of the braziers.
"What do you think you are doing Stormcloak?" shouted Signus. He drew his own sword, a fire infused Imperial sword of good quality steel. Just that morning he had the armourer sharpen the blade back to the quality of its frst forging.
Ronvir said nothing but backed into the tent whilst reaching back for his own weapon. Signus glanced over at Eris, the young trooper wasn't even looking at Ronvir but also out into the gloom. Signus felt a wave of fear wash over him. A scream echoed in the rain and a bestial roar exploded into the tent. The fear became terror.
"Do you know anything about Skyrim, Imperial?" murmured Ronvir. Signus just looked at him. The terror had a grip on Signus like it had never had before. Ronvir shook his head in disgust."Have you at least heard of what happened at Helgen?" he whispered, edging further back.
"Y-y-yes. A dr-dragon?" stammered Signus, visibly palpitating with the exertion of keeping his feet rooted to the spot.
A sardonic smile spread across Ronvirs face. "The very same dragon that's destroying this camp, Imperial". Ronvir turned back to face the thick rain, the mist was thick with cloying smoke and screaming men.
"Alduin"