The bosmer watched in silence as the redguard stepped forward, she carried herself with an air of pride, so he did not doubt her words. The Breton looked scared too, too scared to be more than a grunt. His eyes darted around full of fear, but a glimmer of relief and hope passed through those same eyes when his companion stepped forward.

Walking forward slowly, the bosmer moved almost catlike. His movements were lazy but carefully determined and graceful, as if they took not effort at all. "A valiant move, to let your underling go like that... You should have let him take your place, so you could crawl back to the hole you emerged from, grow stronger and strike back. This is why you died so easily last time, Dawnguard, you're all too noble and pure... It is your greatest weakness, yet you treat it as if it were a strength." He circles them slowly as he speaks, using himself as a distraction as a handful of vampires hidden in the crowd knocked arrows to their bows.

He slowly walked back towards the balcony, then stopped. "Take the redguard to our dungeons. And kill the spare. I will interrogate her later." The crowd parted around the archers, and as one, they fired their bows towards the Breton, whilst others moved slowly forward to restrain the redguard.