[center][color=gold][b]Auron Falareth[/b][/color][/center]

Auron Falareth stood at the back of the group, his posture upright, arms crossed loosely over his chest. He had been listening intently, to Confessor Elessenia as she spoke.

The mission was clear enough: protect the delegates, navigate the treacherous road to Bruma, and prevent chaos from engulfing their efforts. But the notion of receiving a blessing from Talos made him uneasy. Auron’s past dealings with the Dominion, where the deification of a mortal was viewed as heresy, weighed heavily on his mind. Even here in the chapel, he still couldn’t get over the Thalmor’s ruthlessness in enforcing their ideology.

When Elessenia opened the floor for questions, he allowed the others to ask their questions, then stepped forward. He bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect that still carried the elegance of his upbringing.

“Confessor,” he said calmly, [color=gold]“I understand the importance of this mission and the blessings you offer. However, I must ask, should we encounter resistance in Bruma, especially from those who may rally against us, how far are we permitted to go? Are we to prioritize diplomacy, or are we to use force if things escalate?”[/color]

He paused, letting the question linger before adding, [color=gold]“And should we accept this blessing, will it… mark us in any way? Some among us may not wish to draw attention to our affiliations.”[/color]