Dralith looked over the female Dunmer extending her hand to him. Her mannerisms did not match a native of Morrowind and her family sword was in a chest by a statue in Cyrodiil, she was an outlander. He put his personal gripes aside however and shook her hand. "Your family sword is not my priority but you shall have it. And you, Orsimer." Dralith turned to regard Karnog. "If it is glorious battle you seek then you shall have it. The Dremora soldiers of Oblivion are the most difficult foes I've ever faced but they can be killed. You will have the opportunity to face them. As well as the Mythic Dawn cult that worships them." He nodded his approval at the female Orsimer.

The blonde Imperial was an optimistic sort to say the least. Dralith concluded that he was the madman in disguise that would smile, laugh, and sing his way through Oblivion.
"Wether you believe it or not, Imperial.. matters not. Only that you accept my offer." he said as he matched the mans stare.