"...It's a nice day today, isn't it everyone?" the Vampire broke the silence as the five hit the road, completely ironic as he was wearing such thick robes that the sun couldn't touch his skin.

The Thalmor could be heard drawing his blade slowly, "Why not prove you don't burn up in the sun? You're a dead giveaway," he taunted, smirking evilly. This is what he wanted! Not interrogating pathetic villagers...

"Why don't ya' stop walking so my sword just so happens to slip into your back? Nobody's gonna miss ya'," Aria spoke up from behind the Thalmor, having drawn the katana and getting dangerously close to impaling him, causing him to nervously start accelerating! This in turn made the vampire walk faster as well. Meanwhile, the foreigner following Aria had dropped back away from the conga line of death, taking a bomb similar in appearance to Phaethon's out of his kimono.

"We're out of innocents' view now, so how about we all just stop and take a deep breath...?" the vampire suggested, unaware of the further irony that Phaethon was carrying the most inhumane weapon in Tamriel. Taking any breath would be torture!