People could be so vastly different even within a small area of space, time, or just family relationships. There were those who only wanted to go through a commoner's existence while others seemed to cling to the hope of becoming some sort of war hero from the very beginning no matter how remote of a possibility that was for them. There were greedy men who wanted to accumulate as many coins as possible while others detested the very concept of virtualizing value and hoping that everyone would be willing to convert a circular lump of metal back into something actually useful at any time. There were people worshipping gods, others believing in nothing but the hidden insights propelled by skooma, and others again considering both other factions to be idiots.

Yet if one sought anything that was close to a common denominator among all people of Tamriel, then many good candidates could still be found particularly if one thought about what could possibly instigate their fear. A very realistic depiction of utter destruction that went far beyond anything a mere drawing or tale could achieve for example. Or stealing some poor individual's good sleep and depriving them of their privacy by replacing their usual dreams with something else for another example. Or, abeit not without a lot of irony to it, just by giving some good reason to believe that all the worshipping might have actually paid out and a divine being had actually cared to get into direct contact with the mortal worshipper.

The latter point did not exactly hold true for Quavanir, but that didn't matter much for this 'vision' had actually managed to hit the other two scenarios simultaneously with pinpoint precision. Would he have decided to make the journey even if it had been a mere beggar repeatedly telling him that his face looked ugly if not washed with some water from Kvatch's temple at least once a decade ? Probably yes, simply because such a method of exchanging information taking place in his dreams was disturbing enough on its own and asking for some sort of investigation.

So it was with a mixed bag of feelings when the Altmer crossed the main gates into the city. Maybe all of this would prove to be an utter waste of time, but maybe there was a lot more to it. Quavanir simply considered not even trying to find out what was true to be the most dangerous of options even if that meant a lot of effort, a pair of aching feet and significantly less coin than usual in his pocket because, of course, he could not attend to his regular job for the time being.

All of these more theoretical considerations however were completely unsuited to spare Quavanir from any sort of practical issues. The first of them was that he, to put it frankly, had not much of an idea about Kvatch's layout. Maybe he should have bothered to learn more about that before departure instead of completely relying on just-in-time reconnaissance ? The latter could prove a little more difficult than anticipated for it was very loud here and no less packed with people who, quite obviously, had more joyful things in mind than answering questions only a complete stranger could ask like where to find the temple.

Quavanir did not even dare to ask for a good inn or the like, but instead opted to find out himself which of the places here wasn't fully booked yet [i]and[/i] not blatantly exploiting the high demand by raising prices. He meandered along the crowded streets with his mind focused on finding a good place to rest first, then seeing how much time was left to actually start working on the real reason for coming here before the day's end. The longer he did though the more difficult it became not to get distracted by the festivities around him himself.

Indulging in some of the vices around him had not been forbidden by any kind of vision, right ?

Maybe it was simply because the arena happened to be one of the largest buildings in the quarter why Quavanir ended up there, but soon he found himself trying to peek through any gap in the wall he could find to see what was going inside. It seemed worth actually paying to see the full thing, but the Altmer did not even have to reach for his coin purse to already know that it had become a little too slim for his gusto.

Yet, upon looking around a bit further, it seemed that the overall hiring process for the actual fighters inside was anything but completed. On the contrary it seemed to be much more of an ongoing thing on purpose, and when a bunch of children behind Quavanir made abundantly clear that they did not want the big pointy-eared man he was to occupy the best hole in the wall all for himself he also found himself standing around idly again. Should he not care about this being a bit much of a deviation of his actual goals and actually try ?