Wylrin
Junior Member
They were stationed at Dragon Bridge.
Well, technically they weren't stationed there. Such would imply that they were to hold that position for a time. No, this was more of a... well, hardly a vacation, as that would insinuate they weren't working, but any time they managed to stop by an actual settlement and sleep in real beds might as well have constituted as a vacation to these men.
They had rested at the Four Shields Tavern last night. Now, they were in the process of packing up their sparse belongings and eating a quick meal. Well, that's what they were "officially" doing. In reality, Songbird was playing a tune on his flute to what few patrons attended the inn. Hawkeye was trying to dissuade Bear from drinking excessive amounts of mead this early in the morning. And the--
"Commander."
...Yeah, he should have expected that.
Turning to face the elf formally, pretending as if he hadn't been watching his every move already, the commander asked curtly, "What are your grievances?"
With a scowl, the mer replied, "Too many to relay in a timely manner. Speaking of time, we haven't excessive amounts of it. It is imperative that we keep moving."
"The war isn't going anywhere."
The Justiciar made a face. You think this is a war? Your little pissing contest between the Empire and a few dissidents? Oh, little human. He did not say as such, though there was a twinge of amusement in his tone when he said, "Certainly not, with this sort of action against it." Not that he terribly minded. The continuance of the civil war kept both Skyrim and the Empire occupied. All the more time for the Aldmeri Dominion to ready itself for its second assault on the Empire.
"You're welcome to file your complaint."
"I have already informed your superiors and mine of your incompetence."
The commander's eyes narrowed. In the background, he could hear that Bear and Hawkeye had quieted their discussion, no doubt honing in on an entirely different conversation. It may have been his imagination, but he could have sworn Songbird was playing more loudly now, as if trying to drown out an unpleasant sound. He wasn't sure whether he should glare at him or bless his heart.
Any glare he might have been tempted to give Songbird was instead directed at the Thalmor agent. "You can write to your higher-ups all you want. I prefer to let my legionnaires' actions speak for themselves."
Giving the commander a bored look, he said, "How little their actions speak."
"Don't you have something better to do? Like, I don't know, snatch a civilian from their home in the middle of the night?"
"That civilian, as you call her, was a criminal. If the Empire won't enforce the terms of the White-Gold Concordat, then the Thalmor will."
"And yet here you are, wasting time instead of seeing to your duty," said the commander with spread hands.
There was a few moments of silence on the elf's part, then a quietly issued, "Very well. The people of Dragon Bridge could use a reminder of their true allegiance." Turning on his heel to walk towards the door to the outside world, he said more loudly, "We leave before noon," before taking his leave.
Well, technically they weren't stationed there. Such would imply that they were to hold that position for a time. No, this was more of a... well, hardly a vacation, as that would insinuate they weren't working, but any time they managed to stop by an actual settlement and sleep in real beds might as well have constituted as a vacation to these men.
They had rested at the Four Shields Tavern last night. Now, they were in the process of packing up their sparse belongings and eating a quick meal. Well, that's what they were "officially" doing. In reality, Songbird was playing a tune on his flute to what few patrons attended the inn. Hawkeye was trying to dissuade Bear from drinking excessive amounts of mead this early in the morning. And the--
"Commander."
...Yeah, he should have expected that.
Turning to face the elf formally, pretending as if he hadn't been watching his every move already, the commander asked curtly, "What are your grievances?"
With a scowl, the mer replied, "Too many to relay in a timely manner. Speaking of time, we haven't excessive amounts of it. It is imperative that we keep moving."
"The war isn't going anywhere."
The Justiciar made a face. You think this is a war? Your little pissing contest between the Empire and a few dissidents? Oh, little human. He did not say as such, though there was a twinge of amusement in his tone when he said, "Certainly not, with this sort of action against it." Not that he terribly minded. The continuance of the civil war kept both Skyrim and the Empire occupied. All the more time for the Aldmeri Dominion to ready itself for its second assault on the Empire.
"You're welcome to file your complaint."
"I have already informed your superiors and mine of your incompetence."
The commander's eyes narrowed. In the background, he could hear that Bear and Hawkeye had quieted their discussion, no doubt honing in on an entirely different conversation. It may have been his imagination, but he could have sworn Songbird was playing more loudly now, as if trying to drown out an unpleasant sound. He wasn't sure whether he should glare at him or bless his heart.
Any glare he might have been tempted to give Songbird was instead directed at the Thalmor agent. "You can write to your higher-ups all you want. I prefer to let my legionnaires' actions speak for themselves."
Giving the commander a bored look, he said, "How little their actions speak."
"Don't you have something better to do? Like, I don't know, snatch a civilian from their home in the middle of the night?"
"That civilian, as you call her, was a criminal. If the Empire won't enforce the terms of the White-Gold Concordat, then the Thalmor will."
"And yet here you are, wasting time instead of seeing to your duty," said the commander with spread hands.
There was a few moments of silence on the elf's part, then a quietly issued, "Very well. The people of Dragon Bridge could use a reminder of their true allegiance." Turning on his heel to walk towards the door to the outside world, he said more loudly, "We leave before noon," before taking his leave.