William
*Talia at-Tura tilted her head from side to side, mulling over the dunmer's words.* "It is... Difficult for me to say. Hammerfell has been without the Empire for long enough that I no longer know what the Empire looks like by itself, so it is hard for me to separate the two."

*She shrugs and makes a face of mild surprise at the thought, a gesture that was surely unladylike.* "I do not doubt that Solitude especially has seen much of the assimilation from the Empire. From what I understand, the legendary General Tulius used Solitude as his base of operations during the Civil War, so I bet the city got used to the presence of the Imperial army to the point where it was just the way of life for the citizens by the time of the war's end."

*Talia turns, flashing her inquisitve smile at Varis,* "You must have seen quite a lot of the city if you can make such a remark. Would you tell me of your travles? I've rarely been able to wander much more than the main road and the docks and I'm so interested to learn of what your eyes have seen."
Mitchell
"Oh, no much. I have only known Morrowind as my home, and I have traveled around its temples and cities many times. There are still some remnants of Imperial Occupation, from before the Red Mountain and Oblivion Crises. I have seen and studied their architecture. It is... A crude thing. But, fortified, and, dignified, one could say. From, an Imperial point of view. As for this city, I like to visit the dark corners of places, to know what really runs the blood of a place. Though, I'm afraid to say, the criminal element of this city is rather lacking. I imagine much of the crime is rich and elite. Anything below that is simply petty robbery or burglary."

Varis glanced toward Talia. "At least, that's what the poor neighborhoods suggest. A fine jewel here and there, but nothing that speaks to the loftiness of thieves. Then again, I doubt I would be invited anywhere near such dens."

He shrugged, and continued, "As for my travels, I have only seem the schematics for Imperial Architecture. It is visible all over this place. It most resembles a mixture of Bruma and Skingrad, with that, Nordic identity we spoke of before."

The Wizard placed a hand to his chin, rubbing his beard a little. "Though, General Tulius, that is a man who knew how to rise through the ranks and lead an army. A good thing he's gone from the province, though. A military leader is often times the most... Insufferable, to deal with."

He glanced towards her with a smirk. "Hopefully, no offense."
William
**Disappointed at a lack of crime? Truly, this elf has less care for the law than I had thought.**

*Talia listens with intrigue as Varis speaks of his homeland and Imperial architecture. She finds it fascinating that someone has actually seen parts of the world she has yet to visit herself, and she wonders if one day she will ever be lucky enough to see the world as this elf has.*

*At the mention of Tulius, Talia puts on a befuddled expression, folding her arms over her chest.* "Why would there be any offense? I am no soldier nor am I an officer. Why would you assume such a thing?" *She shakes her head, her smile returning.* "Besides, what use would I have of being a soldier? I do not forsee myself camping out and waiting for an enemy ambush or having to make my bunk every morning before dawn."

*Talia sighs.* "No, I much prefer the life in the city. So much more opportunity to talk to people with words, rather than steel."
Mitchell
The Wizard chuckled a little, "Because, I didn't know if you had darker intentions. Or, perhaps, you have family members with such ideals." He whisked his hand, but nodded. "Though, I too, prefer the life of a city. Though, I like it for ease of access, more than words versus steel."

Varis turned toward her and raised an eyebrow. "As for the life of a soldier, you make it seem so, non-glamorous. That's good. Better to see the world for how it is, than, how so many want you to see it. In my home, disputes, such as, matters of state or, things that could incite wars, are handled with smooth, simple, discrete, assassination." He smiled, as if the thought relaxed him. "There is no Civil War in Morrowind. The generals, military dictators, and nuts, are all cut, root and stem, by the Morag Tong." He nodded, his tone appreciating the very idea. "I couldn't imagine growing up with that infantile cult, the Dark Brotherhood, lurking around." 

He shook his head. "A shameful guild, indeed. Murder for the sake of pleasure and appeasement to some Night Mother, or so I've read?" Varis seemed disgusted. "Murder, good murder, is for the sake of civilization. Better to behead a dictator, than lose thousands in a war, that ultimately, ends bad for everyone."