Auron nodded his head respectfully as Confessor Elessenia addressed him. Her acknowledgment of his exile and choice to follow a different path struck a chord. He wasn’t used to such direct affirmation of his decisions. In Summerset, he had been labeled a traitor; here, the same qualities were called courage. The stark contrast reminded him of the cost of leaving behind the life he once knew, but also of the freedom he had found in fighting for something greater than himself.
Her reassurance that the Blessing of Talos would leave no physical mark eased some of his concerns, but the warning about detection through magical means kept him apprehensive. He looked at the light descending on his companions. He decided that to decline such a blessing now might be seen as a lack of commitment to the mission. “I will accept the blessing.” he said. “May it strengthen me in service to the mission.”
As the light settled over him, Auron felt a subtle warmth coursing through his body, a sensation unlike the spells he had cast or the magic he had wielded before.
The Confessor’s benediction complete, Auron returned to his place among the group. As the Confessor dismissed them to rest, Auron bowed his head again in acknowledgment. “You honor us with your faith and trust, Confessor.” he said respectfully. “I will ensure it is not misplaced.”
He walked by, and heard the Nord speak, and couldn’t resist adding his own thoughts. “The idea has merit.” Auron said, stepping forward to join the discussion. “We will draw attention regardless of our intent. Best to control the narrative before someone else does. However, if you’re to pass as our employer, we should ensure our story is consistent. If questioned separately, any contradictions could raise suspicion. What precisely are you researching in the ruins? Artifacts? Architecture? Historical records? I assume you already have something in mind.”
Auron paused for a moment before continuing. “Additionally, we’ll need to decide roles within the cover. Who among us plays the mercenaries, and who might better fit as assistants or fellow scholars?” He gestured to himself. “I doubt anyone would believe someone like me could pass for a mere hired sword.”
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