Rossarm lowered his head and was silent for a long moment. Again, no emotion came through his countenance. He was thinking. He began with no preamble. "I was taught magic by my father Droun Avarul and extended my abilities under the tutelage of the wizard Sibaryl Telvanni for sixteen years. The tutelage began in Mournhold, during which time the city was attacked by fabricant creatures conceived by Sotha Sil. I was enlisted to repel them alongside guard and militant individuals. After the incident my studies directed away from agriculture and focussed closely on battle magic. Five years later I was enlisted again to repel an invading force. Myself and twenty other battlemages took shifts to hold the Southcast gate against Mehrunes Dagon's daedra for two weeks until reinforcements could relieve the city. I was one of the seven that survived. I remained in Mournhold for a further six years assisting efforts to rebuild the city until the Red Year and the Accession War. During that time I fought field battles against Argonian militants. In my absence, Mournhold was sacked, my mentor was killed, and I was forced to flee with my family. After a short few decades in eastern Skyrim, I proceeded with my wife to Cyrodiil, where I have been trying to rebuild what is left of my family name."

Gro-Tagnud blinked, unsure what immediately to think. Fendros was still as a statue and wide-eyed.

Teroiah, cross-armed and scowling, turned her eyes to Ri'vashi sceptically. "This one has notoriety. I have read and heard about Mournhold's trials near the turn of the era. [i]If[/i] he is who he says he is, this Rossarm Avarul is listed amongst the most distinguished battlemagi to emerge from Morrowind still alive to this day."

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Janius looked sideways at Julan with a small, somewhat forced smile. He nodded after a moment. "That's correct, you aren't," he admitted, looking back at the water. "You grew up around lycans in Cyrodiil and Skyrim." He paused and glanced at the tattoos. "But it's a part of you now."

After another second, Janius lowered his brow and turned his shoulders to look at Julan directly. "'It was all meant to be,' they said?"