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Just as Saren prepared to respond, another Dunmer arrived from behind Saren.

An elderly, scarred and battle-worn elf sporting rather flamboyant clothing costing more than any Legate's monthly income. A scar ruined a something attractive visage by blinding his eye through his upper lip. The left ear lobe appeared missing, as well. However how scarred, the Dunmer appeared well-read, educated and perhaps mildly malign, if not to label him shady.

"Ah, Saren. I see you survived." The nameless stranger spoke as he offered a handshake.

The man who went through so much trouble to gather a three-men team turned around and seemed nostalgic for a moment, then releived and at ease.

"Hmph. Took you long enough. Good to see you, Serjo." Answered Saren, accepting the handshake before turning around.

"Aval, Zue. Zue, Aval Fatheron. Former Captain of the Fourth Legion, First Company. We... go quite a few years back."