Chuckling quietly, Niko nodded in agreement. 
"Diverse... you could definitely call it that. Not just in races, but in types. We have warriors, mages, archers, rogues... we even have a Lich on our side." He said with a grin, shaking his head slightly. It was amazing, how all of these people could band together when the world needed it. It was a shame that a crisis was necessary for such a group to be together. "We've lost a few people along the way - the idea was just to frightening for them, I suppose. Or perhaps they just couldn't work as a group - as made obvious by our late Dragonborn, teamwork is a must to stop Alduin." Pausing only for a moment, Niko looked on the elderly Dunmer. Although clearly getting on in his years, he still had some vigour in him - a light in his eyes that surpassed the lines in his face. 
"You mentioned 'Lady of Roses' earlier; you're saying that Azura herself is interested in this group?" He asked after a moment, frowning slightly, pondering if this was good news or not. If Azura knew of it, the other Daedric Princes surely would - and he knew of quite a few that enjoyed chaos on this world. Killing the dragons would surely rid them of some entertainment.


Roze's eyes followed Rawlith's gaze towards the hill, atop of which sat the burial mound - and the ground of their upcoming battle. Her worry melting away for the time being at Rawlith's words, a provocative smile grew along her face.
"How about we have a little race? I want to see if those fluffy paws of yours are faster than my nimble feet." She challenged, dumping her bag on the floor and bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet, ready to go. "Last one there has to punch the dragon on the nose!" She added, and with a daring grin and a rushed 'onyourmarksgetsetGO!', Rozalia tore away from the camp, her laughter swiftly following her.