Inside Torval, The city-state in which the Mane (Currently Ab'kar Sarahaan) and his tribe are located and which no Human may tread, the Mane stood above a table covered by a map of Elsweyr inside his brightly lit palace. His palace was surrounded by sugar cane gardens. The Mane's, mane was flowing with the hair of him and his fellow tribe members. His Mane weighed him down so much he could barely move.
"My Mane," A familiar voice nearby said "We must act quickly!". The voice was the Manes 'Warrior Guard', Ab''Farahn. "If we do not act quickly, Then the bandits will attack the arms convoy, and we will lose all of our arms! We may even risk attack, as these bandits equip themselves, and do... The gods know what!".
"Ab''Farahn," The Mane replied "We must not be clumsy about this. If we act too quickly, our actions may result in failure. It would be foolish, to act without thinking. Besides, our men will never reach there in time.".
"And if we take to long thinking then that would also result in failiure! That too would be foolish!"
"Hmm... Perhaps we can ask the Imperials for aid."
"What? You think they will help with a few bandits? Ab''Farahn is amused!.. What good have they ever done us!"
"Are you forgetting that they helped us kick out the Aldmeri?.. Because Ab'kar Sarahaan certainly hasn't."

Ab'kar started to write a letter.
"Fine!.. Ab'Farahn shall take this letter to the Imperials." Ab'Farahn said.
Ab'kar laughed, "Don't be foolish Ab'Farahn!" He replied.
"What? What is so amusing!? Ab'Farahn does not understand!"
"I'm not risking sending you! I need you! You are Ab'kar and Torval's Warrior Guard! You shall remain here. You would never make it in time anyway!"
"And who would? Who would make it in time to deliver a message before the attack?"
"I shall send a Khajiit Scout, messenger, or whatever you would like to call it. Trained in the best athletics!" Ab'kar clapped his hands. A messenger came into the room.
"You called Ma'far, My Mane?" The messenger asked.
"Yes." The mane replied "Take this to the imperial city to the White Gold Tower in the Imperial city. Give it to the Emperor, or any way in which he may receive it." The mane handed him the letter.
"But that is an entire province awa... Yes my Mane."
"Good. Ab'kar thanks you Ma'far. Go now." He waved Ma'far off.
"Yes my Mane."

The letter read:
"[i]Dear Emperor Gaius Triarius,
Ab'kar, Mane of Elsweyr, Requires your assistance. Elsweyr is in danger from a band of bandits. Now, Ab'kar knows it sounds stupid, but please continue reading. There is a convoy of weapons and armor heading from the city of Orcrest to The city of Corinthe. However, the convoy is at risk of attack from bandits, who if succeed in their task, will have an unbelievable amount of equipment. With this equipment they could do many terrifying things! They could increase there operations and could even attack a city! Ab'kar asks you now, please come to aid us inbetween the path of Orcrest and Corinthe at noon tomorrow! The reason Ab'kar come to you rather than sending Ab'kar's own military, is the fact that you are more equipped and have better transport, with your many breeds of horses. Our current Imperial Garrison is still ill equipped and is stationed in Cornithe, which is of course where the equipment is headed.

Kind regards,
Ab'kar Sarahaan, Mane of Elsweyr.[/i]"

"You think he will get there in time? More important do you think the Imperials will come to our aid in time, or to our aid at all?" Asked Ab'Farahn.
"I know he will, I can not say about the rest ." Replied Ab'kar.
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The messenger arrived at the Imperial city in under two hours. He headed to the tower, and requested permission to see the emperor. "I have a message for the Emperor." He said "From the Mane of Elsweyr.".