Dralith eyed the two Orsimer. They were quite sharp and not nearly as ignorant and dumb as most would think. The whole Orsimer race was smarter than any other would give them credit for. He stood from the wall and took a few steps forward though he kept his arms crossed. "I know not what you were imprisoned for or how long you've been locked up but things are taking a turn for the worse out there in the world." His tone turned from cheerful and mischievous to gravely serious. "For those of you who don't know, the Emperor is dead and all but one of his heirs slain. Gates to the plane of Oblivion have opened across Cyrodiil and the Daedra threaten to kill every last man, woman, and child on Tamriel." He let the words sink in for a moment. "I am one of the Blades. We're working to put an end to this invasion and you. Well… you all are my new recruits. That is if you are willing."

Dralith looked each one of them in the eye before continuing. "You all have a choice to make. Join me and help the Blades save Cyrodiil… or die here as your captors intended for you."