An unfotunate situation

"There is no time for this, I understand the implications and I will throw whatever coin you please your way but..." The Counts son said, leaning over the desk 
"The mages guild prefers to stay out of politics, surely you understand that." The mage replied firmly from the other side
"Your mages guild trains our warriors, enchants our weapons, sends mages to fight among our own, you're about as wrapped up in our politics as you could be, just deliver the message" The Legate said "It was the Emperor who funded the reestablishment of the Mages Guild from his own pocket. You had dissolved and only reformed when he funded the movement. In return your arch-mage swore an oath of allegiance to the Empire and its peoples, so don't tell me you aren't involved in politics!"
"Do you think it would be good for the guilds image if it turned out it wasn't willing to help the Empire save face?" The dark elf butted in, and the mage finally relented, reaching out and taking the letter
"To the Count, yes? Very well..." He muttered, standing up and leaving the room. Both the man and the let out out a sigh of relief
"Thank the nine for that" The Legate breathed "No doubt we'll be facing enough trouble, without Triarius banging his fist over a damaged image"
"I can only imagine how fast we would have been dismissed"
"Probably before we could even protest..."

Black marsh

The Count and the Elder Councillor had proceeded to follow the argonian, and were stopped in their tracks by the opening of a small portal. A Dremora stepped out in front of them, taking something from his armour and tossing it to them
"Be quick about it, Churl" It hissed, as one of the imperial soldiers bent down, taking the letter and handing it to the Councillor. As it did, the Dremora turned, took a few steps away and cast a spell over its self, disappearing once more.
"What's it say?" The count whispered as the councillor opened it
"It's addressed to you... Its from your own son, and the 3rd legion Legate..." The councillor whispered back, handing it too him. The Dark Elf took it and opened it, reading over it, muttering under his breath
"Dire news... Our assumptions were wrong... Not Morrowind... The ordinators saved the..." He paused, and finishing reading in silence. His son had the cheek to end it with [i] We shouldn't have given in to popular opinion [/i]. The arrogant upstart, he's been the first to give in to popular opinion! The Dark Elf and the Councillor exchanged glances with one another, and checked the seal to ensure it was authentic. Sure enough it was. The count quickly crammed it into his pocket, swallowing slightly. This mess would reach the Emperors ears, and there would be trouble because of it. He could almost hear the words now [b] What in oblivion were you playing at?! How did a handful of agents many to evade the legions, time and time again? [/b] What would he respond with... No, what could he respond with... Oops.