Daric thought for a moment. The daedra were nothing more than a child's story, told to keep naughty children from keeping awake in case 'the mad god' came and stole them from their parents. This man could possibly be some sort of swindler, trying to get the group to lead them to valuables only to kill them once they retrieved them and take the valuables for himself. But he did wear the blade armour, an armour only told about by blade masters and travelling bards who exaggerated their feats a bit. Daric considered his choices, possible death versus definite death. He sighed, rising from his chair and speaking up.
"If you can get my armour and sword from the guards then I'll be more than happy to join"