John
"Aye. Thalmor are the only sort that come to mind wearing black robes or golden armor. Could be those Seducer daedra, but they don't come from the sea. But nevertheless, you are right. The war is here and now, and dreams are just dreams."
Raymond
"Indeed. Premonitions or not, we should focus on Skyrim's current problems." He says. He walks over to the roses and begins pruning them, removing dying parts of the bush
John
*Nothwulf walked over beside Vincent, looking over the rose bushes with a smile.*

"I see the roses are growing alright. I was never one for gardening, but they're still beautiful flowers. Anyways, is there anything else I could aid with around the fort?"
Raymond
"You could take up wall duty for the night." He says with a chuckle, "Gods know I need a break from it." He walks over to another bush, doing much of the same, "Or you could head into town and try to get more bodies in here. A proper blacksmith would be good."