Valerion was staring at the Khajiit awaiting a reply when the GreyBeards walked through the entrance, accompanied with the warrior woman;Delphine.
The Khajiit postponed their conversation as the meeting began. It was certainly eventful, Valerion thought, although it answered many of his questions it did however leave some unanswered and in the process created more.
Valerion was a man who hated the unknown,which was partly in tie with his ultimate fear. Death.
It appeared that the rag tag band named DovahFeyn, or Dragons bane - the blades reborn Valerion mused momentarily, would be departing the following morning and setting off for Kynesgrove.
Kynesgrove was a small and quaint village, that mainly consisted of farm land and a Inn, also situated right next to a Dragon Burial site it seemed.
Argneir finished the meeting by telling everyone here to get better acquainted with the others, as it would be a long trip Valerion gathered. Based on his knowledge of the land and his constant studying of Skyrims maps of late, it would likely take up to 2 weeks depending on the route and what ever events happened along the way.

Time to ask a few questions Valerion thought.
But before he could something that Valerion would regard as a stain on his senses occurred.
A man clad in armour that looked somewhat familiar stood up and started speaking brashly, with evidently little thought behind what he was saying, and in turn accusing the room of.
But mainly, in Valerions mind, insulting him to his face. 
The man that Valerion only knew too well, named Hasours, may as well have spat on his face with the words he was issuing.

The term seeing red applied very well here, Valerions eyes burned towards Haserous and he then stood up, ready to meet with this delinquent if need be.
Valerion stood up from his chair and walked past the girl who has scowling at the arrogant, prideful fool who was following Valerion as he walked around the table and stood opposite him at the center of the room. Argneir stood their shocked and at a loss for words.
No matter, Valerion would speak for him.

With a voice filled power and confidence Valerion spoke to the room, although it was mainly directed at the redguard.
"You speak with words that have as little footing as you have wits, Haserous!"
Valerion placed emphasis on the name.
"You DARE speak to me with words such as those! You have little inkling as to who, or what I am!
I consume souls and have felled warriors that make you look like a muling goat in comparison, I was the reason why the North of Cyrodil was feared for 2 centuries!"
Valerion turned and faced the rest of the room, glancing at every other member of it shortly
"Even the rest of the room have yet to prove their worth, including yourself."

Valerion turned and faced Hasours once again.
" Even I, who has lived for centuries have never faced a foe of their calibre. But you say we are but a band of misfits, this will actually work to our advantage. Just like you, dragons are a foolish, prideful and arrogant being. They see us as nothing but ants, but arrogance breeds underestimation, and in turn this will give us an upper hand! With the right leader of course." 

Valerion had placed out his offer to he room, he would prove to them all that even a dragon cannot withstand Valerions superior ability. He would consume their soul and watch the life drain from the dragons eyes. He lusted for that moment. A small smile cracked on his face for a short time before resuming his speech.
"So let us prove to the fool what we are all capable of!" Valerion turned once agin to the room and thruster his hands out, gesturing the others to step up and say what made them worthy to kill dragons
"I, myself have much to offer, I have ascended from what scholars and mages would call a King Lich. I am above death itself and I shall show the dragon kin just what I am. And in their last moments they will fear me!"

"So!"
Valerion dropped his hands and stared at the others
"What do you offer to the preservation of mundus?"

Valerion hated arrogance, especially if it was directed at him. But he knew about Haserous, he was a formidable warrior for his age, but he was obsessed with looks. Failing to see what strength may be hidden beneath the surface.
Something Valerion knew all to well, that the must unsuspecting person could prove to be a very powerful force.