I sat at the end of a long table, looking straight at the Count. He stared back at me, while I tried to ignore the many guards stationed around the room.
"You know, if you wanted to try and ignore this meeting, you probably shouldn't have even come."
"No, no. Its just that...well, were the only two here at this meeting."
"The others will arrive shortly."
He, the Count of Bruma, was trying to reassure me. I was only captain of the guard, I had no reason to come to a meeting of arrogant nobles, such as the one in front of me. He wore a ragged robe of various materials, Khajiit fur lining lining the cloak. After the Oblivion Crisis, this man had become the Count of Bruma. The old one, much like the rest of the Counts, had retired and was currently dead.
Suddenly, the door opened and the rest of the Counts and officials arrived. I finally mustered the courage to ask what exactly the meeting was about.
"It concerns the Dominion. They have begun to send their fleets increasingly closer to Hammerfell, one of the few countries still trying to actively destroy them." Spoke the Count of Bravil.
"So the Emperor wants us to discuss how this might effect Cyrodiil?" I retorted back.
"Currently, the council wants each city to lend a few guards to up the defensive. They Second Great War is approaching, and fast at that." One of the councilors confirmed.
"Their have been riots in the Imperial City and its surrounding area. We believe it has something to do with these rumors." Said the Count of Cheynndale.
"Their not simple little rumors. The documents are real, and are at the Imperial palace in case your wondering." One of the commanders from Anvil replied in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Oh, and Slatus, your being sent to Akavir to gain support if this war really does happen."
I sat their, stunned at his words. "Who will be captain of the guard while I'm away? These riots are-"
"The council has arranged that. You'll be sent off next mundus."