Blind-Eye was spreading out a map of the northern coast of Skyrim on the table as the  half-bosmer entered the room. One glance at her and he could tell. Thaernd had been a good man and an even better Blade. A quiet one, blended into the background. Not too hard though with Rold and Blind-Eye around. Shadow used to say one didn't need to sneak around them. As she spoke he emptied another flagon.<br/><br/>"Not at all..." he said as she finished. "You answered his summon and came prepared. Any relative of Thaernd is more than needed in this venture."<br/><br/>He gave her a smile and returned his attention to the map, waiting until the other s joined them before he pointed at a blotch at the upper edge of the map.<br/><br/>"This map was charted during the time of Pelagius Septim III. It has been tucked away ever since in the Imperial archives until it fell out onto the Arch-Mage's head when he was looking for a recipe for snowberry sweetrolls. Everyone including him thought that this blotch here was just an accidental one, a drip from the quill that the charter never bothered correcting. But when I saw it I noticed that it was in fact not ink. It was distilled blood of Dovah. The same sort that Blades of old would use to mark Dragonburials in the days of old. They used them in different quantities depending on how big of a threat the Dragon posed. This blotch is big enough to equal that of Alduin or Paarthurnax."<br/><br/>He paused to let it sink in, while at the same time downing another flagon of mead.<br/><br/>"We have checked with other sources and maps. There is a large island some ten days sailing north from Solitude. It has never been considered for colonization until now. Officially we are there to establish Imperial foothold in the ocean to protect our interests and mine for resources. Secretly, we are hunting a greater dragon..."