"587 years!" Camoran said with a chuckle, pacing in front of Tiber. He wore mythic dawn robes in honor of his ancestor, "100s of years of collecting and then breeding, mixing science and magic to create the perfect creatures for each task..." Camoran chuckled, "A man once said there is no perfect pasta sauce, only perfect pasta sauces!" He laughed. Camoran was a pure Altmer, taller than Tiber. He had his black hair slicked back, a permanent sneer on his face, "My predecessor, with his plan to upset the natural balance of things, as it were, made a few mistakes, one, he was not patient, two, he relied on a force he could not conceivably control and three, he did it for material gain." He cast off his robe, "I have outgrown these, I will no longer stand in his shadow, for I have seen that we are advancing past this!" He looked to Albert, "Albert, bring me the black robe." Albert nodded and ran timidly to follow orders, Meroth following in his footsteps. That left Tiber and Camoran alone in the dimly lit throne room. Camoran paced and paced and paced, "It is good that you have captured the families and are providing well for them, are you making sure that they can communicate with the outside world?"
"Yes, of course."
"Good, and make sure to not control their communications in any way, you are only to deliver the messages." Camoran said.
"Sir, speaking of not standing in anyone's shadow, how am I supposed to rule if I am standing in yours?" Tiber asked.
"Well, even an emperor has advisors, and an emperor especially needs them, ruling such a large amount of peoples and lands. You don't have to listen to me anymore, I would just like to request that you heed my advice. You can assemble more and different advisors as you wish. I hope you will value the input of your elites and I though." Albert returned with a black robe that had white trim and draped it over Camoran's shoulders, "Now where were we..."
"Albert is happy to serve me, however, he is not a common servant and you are not to treat him like one, do you understand?" Tiber said in a commanding tone.
"Yes, of course, Emperor Tiber. Now, if you will excuse me, I will find someone who can be my servant who is suitable."
"They must agree or volunteer, you cannot use fear or coercion. Those are my people from this point on." Tiber said dangerously quietly, glaring at Camoran.
"Yes, yes, of course." Camoran said, bowing before he left.
"He is a genius, but he is also a sad little man." Tiber sniffed.
"Yes... Umm... Thank you, Emperor Tiber." Albert said shyly.
"Albert, you and the rest of my elites may refrain from using my title, I would prefer to think of you seven as friends." Tiber smiled, hugging Albert.
Albert blushed, "Oh, of course, you are most gracious." Albert smiled.
"Ok, so, what to do today... Now that I'm truly free... We have the families of the people and using the magical recording that Psij made... We are converting them... With kindness, and the communication. So, how are we sending out the letters?"
"I let Psij know that delivering the letters by hand is inefficient, using magic internet helps track us back to our location, and that if I teleported the letters to the recipients, he would be stuck with watching Meroth." Albert said with a chuckle, "So he's handling the 1000 plus letters a day."
Psij entered the room, "It's not that difficult to do. I just think I would prefer to do shit like that than watch Meroth for even five minutes."
"What do you have against Meroth?" Meroth said, standing and walking over to Psij.
"I don't like madness, it gets on my nerves, it's annoying." Psij said softly, "Now, Jyggalag, there's a guy I can get behind." Psij chuckled, smiling.
"Yes, well Sheogorath was once human... Though I don't know what that means for the Daedra... Maybe the Psijic were right, if only we could consult them on this evidence, eh Psij?" Tiber said, poking him in the chest.
"Shut up." Psij said slapping his hand away.
Tiber chuckled, "All right, so, we have a predicament though, for real... What's for dinner?" Tiber smirked.