Kharne followed Kiffar, the Blades, and the Emperor but he kept a modest distance. Honestly he kept away from most everyone subconsciously, despite being currently unarmed he was used to having to measure his distance with people. Thankfully his distance got him to stay out of the cannon that was Kiffar's faces range when he sneezed. Granted soon enough their gear was finally brought and he locked onto his stuff immediately. His weapons were unique, aside from the dagger, and despite the amount of stuff he carried his pack was small. He made sure all of his things were present, namely his money. He had heard guards would help themselves if there was a significant amount after all. Or maybe that was just dark elf guards in Morrowind? Didn't matter he had all of his stuff and money.

He shifted and stretched, making sure his gear settled properly, before drawing the heavy cleaver-like weapon. [color=#B40404]"So, any idea how many people might know about this place...? Or blueprints for it?"[/color] He questioned, looking at the guards and the Emperor. It seemed he only had vague notions of the Emperor, and the man didn't seem to stand too much on ceremony. He leaned a little, looking to the Redguard-Altmer halfbreed, Khaliya, and the other Argonian, Veeza. [color=#B40404]"Think we'll actually get any fighting outside of vermin?"[/color] He questioned, his voice low. He wasn't always in the mood for a fight but he was feeling kind of antsy today. Probably because of all the secrecy and mystery. 

He vaguely listened to another cluster of the group, the Bosmer questioning about livestock. Specifically a cow and how docile it was. He kind of wondered himself about how that came to be, same with how gaurs and silt striders became beasts of burden as well. What primitive person thought of stuff like this? Food for thought later.