Daraza gave a long sigh before mumbling to herself. "Knew all this would come back to bite him..." Running her hand down her worried face, she eventually focused back on the pack. "Alright, who'd he end up crossing? One of the bandit gangs? Red Masks? Desert Marauders? Or did he actually end up attacking the Thalmor like he was saying? Not that...most of you look much like Thalmor."

Meesei shook her head. "Cyrus has not upset anyone. At least, no one we know. We represent the Synod, and our interest lies in the weapon he has come to wield. We believe that he may not be aware of the fact that it is a cursed relic, and one that could be quite dangerous to him. We seek to find him so that we can purchase it from him, and bring the relic into safe-keeping."

As was common for the friends of Cyrus that they had spoken to, the Orc seemed to be suspicious, but unlike the others, she did not look to be surprised. She also did not look like she was going to demand for them to leave at any moment. “Not going to lie, that’s not easy to believe. The Synod, if you are Synod, has always just wanted power. The curse thing just sounds like an excuse, but…we can still talk. And only because, the way I see it, Cyrus is going to be dead no matter what, especially since he accepted that bounty to kill that dragon.”

Ahnasha raised her brow at Daraza. “Wait, so Cyrus actually accepted a bounty to go try and kill an actual living, breathing dragon?” She said both with near disbelief and dread. Collectively, Ahnasha, Meesei, and Lorag gave a mix of sighs and groans. It seemed that this Cyrus had started to buy into his own legend.