"The sooner his men get here, the better. This province is going to Oblivion in a handbasket" Ardashir had left the inn a few minutes ago when he failed to find anyone looking to go on an adventure. He'd found his way to the keep, finding it to still be in ill repair. If a single dragon could do all this, what chance did they have against hundreds of them? He looked at Corinth and Cedus

"So, don't tell me either of you haven't seen an argonian before. I'm Ardashir, by the way."