"Not until I have more answers, no." This isn't his Empire, nor his fight. He knows little of the causes behind Ulfric Stormcloak's insurrection, although his visceral reaction is to root for the Imperials. From what he's read and heard of the White-Gold Concordat, the Mede Empire didn't have much of a choice. The Thalmor played them like a deck of cards.
Martin laughs dryly at the thought of 'prettying' himself. He wore that fraying cassock until forced by the Blades to change into the Emperor's robes, an affair he remembers fondly. To think that Jauffre, Baurus, the memory and the concept that is the Blades was lost to the needless Great Warβ
"As you wish," he says brusquely. The carriage driver is informed of the change of plans, requesting more coin for the farther travel. Martin pays the difference, trying not to appear as haunted as he feels, seating himself into the farthest seat of the carriage, away from the prying ears of the driver.
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Martin laughs dryly at the thought of 'prettying' himself. He wore that fraying cassock until forced by the Blades to change into the Emperor's robes, an affair he remembers fondly. To think that Jauffre, Baurus, the memory and the concept that is the Blades was lost to the needless Great Warβ
"As you wish," he says brusquely. The carriage driver is informed of the change of plans, requesting more coin for the farther travel. Martin pays the difference, trying not to appear as haunted as he feels, seating himself into the farthest seat of the carriage, away from the prying ears of the driver.