Hralvar walked along the docks of Rihad, his face and his archmage's robes hidden with a simple hooded cloak. At a glance, he would look like any other homeless vagrant in the city, and not like the Hero of Tamriel that the Dwemer were desperately searching for. In the hours since they'd made it to the safehouse at the docks, Hralvar had gone off on his own after catching a part of Marassa and Sevari's discussion. He'd left to give the two some privacy, but considering that Sevari had disappeared, Hralvar could guess why. Well, at least Sevari had a family to go back to. Hralvar couldn't even claim that for himself anymore. Not since the damned Thalmor, anyway. Shaking his head, the old Nord steered his mind from that train of thought. No good came from dwelling on that right now, especially since they weren't even fighting those Altmer bastards. 

Still, he couldn't exactly blame Sevari. Had his own wife and child still been alive, Hralvar didn't think he would have even joined up with the Stormcloaks all those years ago, much less this resistance. Protecting his family would have came first, after all. Honestly, he wouldn't even have been as set against the Empire and the Thalmor as he was if his family hadn't died because of them. But from what he had heard, they had fought the Thalmor. Struggled until the bloody elves decided they weren't worth the trouble of executing publically and were just cut down where they stood. They had assuredly gone to Sovngarde. 

With no family left and very few friends still alive, all Hralvar could do right now was to support the ones he still had left. He would fight for them against whatever came in their way. For all of their power and technology, Hralvar felt no different at the thought of fighting the Dwemer as he did when he had fought the Thalmor or the Empire. In every war he had been in, the old mage had been on the smaller, lesser side. At this point, he was used to having lesser numbers and technology. 

Most likely, he would die this time. But it didn't matter. Sovngarde would beckon soon. Death in battle was the ultimate outcome for a Nord, but he wouldn't die in vain. No, he'd take as many of those damned Dwemer out with him as he could. And then he would be with his wife and daughter again. 

His will to fight renewed, Hralvar made to return to the warehouse, prepared to take the fight to the Dwemer.