"He's not serious, is he now?" Brogan thought to himself. He knew they would need to fight Daedra, but he really didn't expect him not to engage into the fight. This is insane. Brogan thought that he collected all of them as people who would help him. He thought they passed the test, by winning the battle in the arena. Brogan took a deep breath and calmed down. What is it that he can do right now? Most of the people jumped over and ran over to the fight, and Brogan looked around. "Guys, don't rush! Let me at least cover your weapons with poison. It'll be at least of some good! Just watch where you swing." Brogan quickly took out a vial of poison he prepared during the night. "It's not the best poison, believe me. I had to work with what I had around me, by the bridge. But it is what it is." He covered all the weapons of people who didn't rush. After he had done that, he realized that he didn't have a weapon by his side. He would be useless in the fight and throwing one other vial of poison he had at the enemy would be to no avail. But he had no choice, so he spurted down with everyone else, in hopes that he'll find a weapon lying down on the ground in the heat of the fight.