Do'Kalek sat in the tavern. He had no drink with him, he was merely enjoying the warmth of the burning fire, as Skyrim was cold, differing from Do'Kalek's blisteringly hot homeland. He and Mai had been travelling the Nord kingdom for a few days now, following a journey in Cyrodiil. He had heard news- no, a rumor of a threat arising nearby, and so he had traveled to Solitude to see exactly what was going on. On their journey, they had learnt of a group who planned to stare danger in the face and journey to the source of the rumors, and expel them.
He held his shoulder-plate in his hand and began to polish it, taking great care of it as he had acquired it from his late father. Once he had finished clearing the dirt off it, he placed it neatly on to his arm, completing the set. He stood, hand on his blade and turned to his sister, who was nearby. "We should go, see what is happening."