Joseph
"Very well... It was Kynareth's gift of the Voice to man that allowed our ancestors to rebel against the Dragons. But only the Greybeards still practice it to my knowledge, and they have abstained from Skyrim's affairs for a long time."

*Bromfing still clutched his staff as he walked forward with the group, eyeing the walls and ceiling like they might collapse.*
Sergio
"I'm not so sure we can slay it today, but I can at least keep it off you long enough to escape. I don't care for your war, but dying here will do you no good."
Patricia
*First time he was quiet, trying to focus on staying alive as well keeping the civilians alive. Gripping his Greatswords hilt firmly, building the civilians from behind like a sheep dog. Ironic right*

**"How long can the keep hold together.."**

*Whispering in the back of the group, which could be heard from the civilians in the back.*
Kelly
"You're too modest!" She says, "I've seen what a minotaur can do, a giant lizard is nothing!" Given the circumstances the legionnarie's demeanor is awfully courageous. Meteors are still falling all around, some close to the squad of legionnaires.
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The refugees look around worried, reacting negatively to what Skoll said

In the room they are entering there's a confrontation, a group of rough looking Stormcloaks are arguing with an Imperial torturer. The Assistant is in the corner looking bored, and a mage is locked in a cage.

"You'll pay for what you've done, you butcher!" One of the Stormcloaks shouts

"Yes yes, keep yelling, that will fix everything." The torturer responds, with an uncaring tone
Micah
"What's going on here?" He asks one of the Stormcloaks, eyeing the area suspiciously
Kelly
"This bastard has been torturing our soldiers for information." She responds, blade drawn
Ralph
"Could be a chance to practice our diplomatic skills." He says, mentally preparing himself for whatever happens