[i]Gilane, Hammerfell - 31st of Second Seed, The Three Crowns Hotel Conference Hall, after 7am...[/i]

“My friends, I hope you enjoyed your evening, it warms my heart to see you in attendance. Your will is strong, and although you have all suffered terribly in the trials of Cyrodiil, we will fight together to ensure that Hammerfell has a brilliant future for all of its people.” The Poncy Man said as a means of introduction, his arm sweeping the room. “And when we finally achieve victory, this land will be your home as much as it is mine, should you choose it. It humbles me that you have agreed to join the cause. Brothers and sisters, although we were all born in different corners of the globe, share different faiths and are of different skin and form, I truly believe we are all of the same heart. Now, let us begin.” The Poncy Man said as a form of greeting, rubbing his large hands together.

While some of those in attendance had found their way to the restaurant on site, a menagerie of assorted foods, ranging from baklava to tarts, lamb kebabs to custard, dates, bread, as well as lemon water and wine, was prepared for the guests, many of whom were seated either in the dining chairs or floor cushions. Three stacks of parchments were laid out side by side at the table he was seated behind. 

“For this group, which will be collectively known as Samara cell, I have three assignments for you. The first is from intelligence gathered by Yath cell of a prisoner transfer that will be taking place approximately 5 in the evening tonight; the prisoners in the city jail that were not partitioned off for the arena will be transferred to a remote Dwemer prison complex in one of their old outposts that the locals have referred to as Sithis’ Vault near the city proper. Those who go in so far are never seen again, and so it is imperative we do not allow this group to be taken there. We do not know the escort force, but in the past it has been usually twelve in number, half being Dwemer, the other half being from the local garrison. I would recommend assaulting the escort force prior to leaving the city as it offers an avenue of escape for yourselves and the prisoners. This will be dangerous, I will not lie, but we will prepare you the best we can. We have procured a number of the Dwemer rifles from prior raids and as such, they will be at your disposal if you should so choose to use them.

“The second assignment is the capture of a Dwemer administrator that patrols, often alone or with up to two bodyguards, in this quarter of Hegathe. His name is Nblec Mrazac, and he often spends his time in common areas with civilians and he frequents a number of establishments as a patron. Do not let his pleasant personna and apparent fondness for the locals fool you; he is a Mer capable of great ruthlessness and the information he knows could be pivotal to our insurgency’s operations. He needs to come to us alive; killing him will only bring down the hammer harder upon us and it is his information we need, not his status as a low-level administrator. All we have so far is that he usually uses this day of the week to attend the street performers that pass through the Bazaar usually around sundown, and he particularly fancies [I]Halla’s Chocolate Shoppe[/I] near the residential district. When he returns to the Dwemeri Embassy, he is virtually untouchable, so do not let him know he is being hunted, or make a public display of his apprehension. He is popular, and even common citizens may oppose you if they see him being brought to harm. 

“Finally, and perhaps most dangerously, a group will need to infiltrate the local garrison’s headquarters in this quarter of the city and do a number of tasks; we need to obtain a few uniforms, find documentation of lists of prisoners, and any patrol schedules that may be present. The uniforms will be helpful for future assignments and infiltration, while I hope the other two items on the agenda are a touch more self-explanatory. Seeing as there are a number of armed and trained guards on the premises and you will be severely outnumbered, if you are detected, get out as fast as possible. No amount of information is worth the loss of life, or worse, your detainment.” The Poncy Man bowed his head respectfully towards the assembled group. “Just know that your success may mean saving many more lives and loosening the grip on the city, but our cause isn’t about sacrificing our people for our goals, it is about securing our future, and there will be none if there is no one left to cherish the fruits of our labour.” he smiled solemnly, before taking a measure of the faces across the room. 

“On each piece of parchment, it will give you all of the information we have for each of the assignments, so please commit them to memory and do not misplace them; the last thing we wish is for uninvolved bystanders to become aware of our plots.” He cautioned, before glancing down, as if in thought. “I think that about covers it. I am sorry it is not more comprehensive, but we will assist you to the best of our capabilities. Since most of this is for later in the day, please take the time to prepare and relax. Myself and the others can assist you if required.”

With that, The Poncy Man departed to pour himself a glass of wine, leaving the group to discuss their plans with the others. 

“Well, as least we’re being proactive instead of reactive for a change.” Daro’Vasora remarked, glancing over towards their benefactor before turning to the people around her. “I’m going to help with the guard headquarter situation, I’m more suited to sneaking in and out of places and picking locks, so the less I have to stick my neck out in a fight, the better. I can also see in the dark, so reading documents at night won’t be an issue for me.” she said definitively with a shrug. “But in the meantime, I’m going to be paying a trip to that Cultural Center the Inspector told me about. I want to understand the Dwemer here, and try to learn about who they are and what they’re after. We can make much better choices for ourselves if we understand who the enemy is.”