It was morning in Bruma, and Kodlak rose wearily from his slumber. His body was sore, but his mind was racing and alive. It was a new dawn. Another morning on the hunt. And today, Kodlak was going to pay a visit to the city of Bruma. 

Getting inside of the city wasn't terribly hard. Sure Kodlak had to hide a dead guard off or two along the way, but to be fair, he was keeping his casualty rate to an astonishingly low rate considering that he was walking among Imperialistic pigs. Any other day and he would of taken this morning as an opportunity to purge this Bruma from it's infestation of Imperial filth. Any man or mer or beast that slighted him was immediately dealt with. 

As he got into Bruma however, he noticed a man upon a pulpit preaching to a crowd. It seemed as though word of the Imperial City falling had spread fast and he could practically taste the infectious fear in the air. As he gave his rousing finish to his speech, Kodlak couldn't help but laugh at the foppish plump man. 

"Only thing you could fight, Breton, is a bad case of hemorrhoids." Kodlak then turned to the crowd. "This city will fall. Your children will burn in the face of this massacre and you'll suffocate in the ashes. What's coming here, I saw it. These are beasts, predators. You are prey. Get out of this city while you still can. Run to the edges of the lands like the weaklings you are and then die where you're knees collapse. Because that is all you know how to do."

Kodlak turned his back to the crowd as he looked back towards Eugain. "It isn't your fault you know? You're forefathers were too cowardly to defend Cyrodiil from the Elves, and now you are faced with an actual enemy, why should anyone expect anything less than you to falter? Go on, scram. Get out of my sight Breton, but don't bring up battles of past valor when you obviously had no part in them. You weren't there when it was time to dive into the Planes of Oblivion and fight Mehrunes Dagon in his domain. You weren't there to strike down the Gods of the Sky, dragons sculpted in Akatosh's image. I can tell that from just looking at you. You're weak, and that's all you ever will be."