[center][h2]Home Sweet Home?[/h2][/center]
[hr]
Alim hadn’t really had the time to process most of it. He had made it to the ship as best as he could. The Dominion showing up and taking advantage of the Imperial’s weakness was to be expected. It seemed like a doomed prospect, but despite the ravaging and the destruction, it seemed like it brought a glimmer of hope. If the Dominion ended up fighting the Dwemer for supremecy of Tamriel, perhaps they would both become weakened enough to topple by the forces they wish to subdue. His mood, being given a boost by the adrenaline, was cut down however, when he found Rhea’s body on deck. 

Alim had no hat to take off, but he did give a bow in respect to Rhea, his normally amused face solemn and respectful. She had been a fellow adventurer and collector, and though Vasora had problems with her, Alim had never felt anything but admiration to the woman. It saddened him he would never have the chance to swap stories with her, one last time. 

After Vasora kissed her brow, Alim silently took off his cloak. With a whip like motion, it fanned out and fell upon the body, covering Rhea did give her a bit more dignity. She deserved nothing less. After another bow, he took his leave and went to go win himself another cloak by playing dice and having a drink. Akatosh knows he needed one. The voyage wasn’t long, and he kept to himself. 

It was when they sailed into port that he had his second surprise, one that shook Alim to his very core. The Dwemer being here was one he could expect. But it was the peaceful occupation that he could not fathom. That...was not the redguard way. He had not been born in Hammerfell, but he had spent a good deal of time there. It was a land of his blood. And this was not the Hammerfell he had known only a scant few years before. 

He needed to figure out what happened to the other cities of Hammerfell. Surely the Dwemer had only taken control of the port towns. In Tiber Septim’s day, it took the entire might of Tamriel and half of Hammerfell to subdue the other half. The Dwemer nor the Dominion could have conquered all of it. He had to find out. Though he would be patient as well. He couldn’t ask questions like that, it would arouse suspicion, and Alim was a survivor if nothing else. He stayed quiet until he made it to the Inn with the others. Perhaps there he could find something out. 

After having slipped past the inspection on the ship, pickpocketing a few pickpockets, and making it scot free to the ‘resistance hotel,’ he paid no real attention to the room arrangements. He had to grin at their location, however. He wish he had such a safe house as this back in Skaven. Now he needed to unpack his clothes and grab a drink somewhere. Despite the dire straits Hammerfell seemed to be in, it was still a beautiful place. Both rough, lush, and sexy all at once. 

He truly did miss it here, and that was why he needed to see it free.