"We have company!" A tall, broad-shouldered man with prematurely graying hair stares at you, but he doesn't at

"We have company!" A tall, broad-shouldered man with prematurely graying hair stares at you, but he doesn't attack. "You must be the Restovic envoy I've heard so much about. I don't suppose I could just ask you to leave the fort in peace, in the name of Erastil or whatever deity you swear by? Otherwise, let's just get this over with." Akiros raises his sword, watching you carefully.