Redre snorted. "No need to talk to me like I'm some condescending High Elf. I doubt I even have any authority anymore." He closed his eyes for a moment in thought. "Judging from the particularly cold draft coming through here I have to guess that I am either in the far northern reaches of Cyrodiil, or I am in Skyrim." He opened his eyes and looked at her, frowning slightly. "And why does the blessing granted by Talos seem weaker here?" He was curious of this. As a Divine Crusader of the Knights of the Nine, and a Primate of the Nine Divines, he could feel the blessings that all of the Divines granted him. There were actually many ranks he held. He was not only the Gray Fox, and the Listener of Cyrodiil's Dark Brotherhood, but also a Duke of Cyrodiil. Not many knew of those ranks though.