"Mage?"
"It's him! It's Seraph!" yelled the young Khajiit. "Calm down Mage," said the older Khajiit. "Master Seraph, we are the generals of the armies of our homelands," said the Altmer that was wearing chitin armor. "We are totally and completely at your service," said the Bosmer man in wooden-like armor. "We each have brought one-thousand Soldiers and five-hundred mages like you requested," said the Imperial in gold armor. "And twenty berserker tribes , which makes up 2 two-thousand of them, are on their way to the north point of Vvardenfell as we speak," said the Nord in his native armor.
"Well this is very good!" said Seraph. "But what about Redguard, Orc, and Breton armies?" asked Seraph. "They're on their way," said the Imperial in gold armor. "And we are supposed to tell you that Holly is waiting for us all at the eight plates in Balmora," said the Imperial in the normal armor. "Holly?" asked Seraph then after a slight pause he got an overjoyed look on his face. "Holly's back already! She knows who you are so she probably set up a feast!" said Seraph. "We can probably get some gondolas and follow the river to the gates of Balmora. It would take half of a day, and I wouldn't suggest going at night with the sudden rash of Twilight attacks. You are all probably tired from your long journey too. So we shall get some sleep tonight and begin early tomorrow," said Seraph, putting his hand together at the end of the sentence. "Sounds good!" And after every one's agreeing, Seraph paid a man at the docks and they all went into the building.
After a long night, with two Twilights attempting to attack people in the city that night, they left as soon as the sun was high enough to give warmth with its rays. The journey was, as Seraph said, half a day long. As they reached the beach just outside of Balmora, Seraph saw Holly standing at the gates. Once he had registered it was her, he jumped out of the gondola before they even reached the beach, soaking his legs. He ran to her and threw his arms around her. "Thank the gods! I missed you so much," said Holly after her face was uncovered enough for her to speak. "I know! I thought about you every day and night," said Seraph before kissing her again and turning around. "Grand generals, this is my love, Holly," said Seraph as he looked at Holly upon saying her name. "Holly, these are the grand generals of the nations. The best way to call them is to simply say their race," said Seraph. "And then the younger Khajiit girl here is Mage," said Seraph pointing to Mage as he pulled the gondolas ashore. "And this strapping, young imperial man there is Nit," said Seraph pointing to the Imperial man as he helped mage pull the gondolas ashore.
"We have something planned for you all," said Holly to the generals. "And the others are back with their generals at the… the occasion," said Holly to Seraph with a huge smile. "We should be on our way to what we have planned for you. Trust me, it's very nice," said Holly to everyone. And as she turned and started through the gates of Balmora, the others followed.
She led them to The Eight Plates and stopped in front of the door. "Everyone just have fun," said Holly before she opened the door. As they entered, they saw the place was set up for a huge feast, and decorated for a king. Liasat ran up to Seraph and whispered something in his ear, and before walking over to the bar he nodded. "What was that about?" asked Holly as she came walking up next to him. "I have to leave the party a bit early," said Seraph. "But why?" asked Holly looking both worried and angry. "Business," he replied simply as he starred straight forward. "Just have to take care of a few things that have come up since I've been gone," said Seraph in a reassuring voice after seeing Holly's face. "Okay. But you will be back, won't you?" asked Holly now sounding slightly depressed. "Yes, of course I will. I'll be back in time to eat," said Seraph. "Okay. You better be," said Holly as she got up. "I will," replied Seraph as she started walking away.
A moment later Mage came walking over and sat down next to Seraph. "So how have your journeys been?" said Mage in a voice that wasn't like the innocent, childish tone she took with the generals, but more like a woman in her twenties. "They've been good. A lot of things have happened, and it turns out you were right about everything in your-"
"Never speak of what I do! Only those who are able are to hear of it," said Mage in an angry whisper. "Fine. But what you told me was true. Now I just have to find the lost city so our people can rest," said Seraph in a strained voice."Well the war shall start soon, which shall bring the key to your use and the city shall rise," said Mage. "I must go and help that hansom Imperial man with his armor," said Mage as she got up and made a purring sound.
Just as Mage had reached Nit, the Breton general, Redguard general, and Orc general all boxed Seraph in at his seat. With a Breton to his right, and Redguard to his left, and an Orc standing behind him, Seraph decided he would ask what in oblivion this was about. "We just wanted to say thanks for asking our help," said the Breton general. "Usually when there is an issue, we are left out of questions of help because we live so far away," said the Redguard general. "And to show how much we appreciate it, we're going to sing," said the Orc. Seraph, now getting the sense that they are drunk due to the slurred speech and heavy smell of cydrolic brandy, managed to sneak out of the building before they were able to sing, but making sure he said he's leaving to Holly with a kiss on the cheek. As he reached the gates, he saw that Liasat was waiting for him.
"So what do you need my help with?" asked Seraph as he walked up to the gats next to her, noticing a tear on her face. "It's my husband," she said over the lump in her throat. "Is he being an ass or something?" asked Seraph putting his hand on her shoulder. "No it's nothing like that," she said mopping her eyes with the sleeve on her robe. "What is it then?" asked Seraph as if he already knew. "He's been taken captive and is being held at the Hlaalu manor. They want to sell him as a slave in Cyrodiil," said Liasat, mopping her eyes every few words. "So they're at it again. I promise I'll get him back," said Seraph. "Don't worry."