King Ramon of Hammerfell sat upon the golden throne of his palace. The guards stood at the ready, and a messenger was currently addressing him. He was bored to tears. The messenger was rambling on about dragons being defeated and the emperor assassinated, but it's not that he cared. He tossed the messenger a Golden Septim, and waved him away. He was tired of messengers, but this had to be done. His friend and correspondent, the count of Anvil, had told him the emperor was desperate for friends. And while Ramon remembered the Empire's abandoning of Hammerfell, he needed allies as much as the emperor. The elves were getting more aggressive, and he was surrounded on every border by Imperials. He would sleep safer at night knowing he could count the emperor as an ally, so he had sent his cousin Rodrick as a royal emmisary to the Imperial city. The diplomatic meeting would take place in a week, and hopefully it went well. Ramon chewed on an orange thoughtfully, while thinking of the days to come.