Khajier, having finished his meal and watched the others walk away, released his dagger and stood as well. He needed to get over his ideals and fast unless he wanted to next meet his father's soul in an ill manner. Following their scents Khajier walked up the stairs as quietly as he could, hand -paw - on the letter he had been given in his father's stead, and stopped right outside the room Blind-Eye and the others had gone into. He overheard them all talking but what caught his attention was Blind-Eye saying they were secretly to hunt a powerful dragon.<br/><br/><em>Interested now, but the dragons -- are they still alive even after the Dovahkiin?</em>Khajier thought before entering the doorway coughing casually without his eyes making contact to the Argonian -- to the Legate, Blind-Eye. He couldn't believe he had just waltzed right on in knowing there was an Argonian among the rest then again he still couldn't believe his father had raised his blade alongside this creature and not into it instead. Well now Khajier would get to see which path his decision would soon take him down.<br/><br/>"Uhh... I am Khajier... In my father's place...?" Khajier spoke subtly, his gaze to everyone else -- even the Dunmer of all peoples -- but missing the lizardman.