[He manages to at least keep that one word composed enough, even though his mind is racing. Not recognizing Cyrodiil is odd, the same could be said for Skyrim and Morrowind, but not recognizing Tamriel... it takes a while to realize that Alfred is speaking again, and Martin struggles to catch the remainder of his words.]
Ah... Yharnam, you said? I'm sorry, it doesn't sound familiar.
[Though if it's only a town then it makes sense to him that he wouldn't recognize it. He knew his maps well enough, but only on a large scale, and if it was outside of Tamriel then of course he couldn't claim to know it.]
But... werewolves, and a plague. [He shakes his head. Maybe Nirn is just falling apart entirely.] I'm sorry. I wish we could provide you with aid, but...
[He stops there, after a second, weighing things over in his mind. Strategically it might not be the best idea to tell someone outside of Tamriel that Cyrodiil is being torn apart by Daedra, but-- it's only one individual. Granted, he isn't sure how powerful of an individual he is. In the end, Martin errs on the side of caution, keeping his words vague.]
...as you can imagine, Cyrodiil has problems of its own. It seems at times that there's no end to it all.
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[He manages to at least keep that one word composed enough, even though his mind is racing. Not recognizing Cyrodiil is odd, the same could be said for Skyrim and Morrowind, but not recognizing Tamriel... it takes a while to realize that Alfred is speaking again, and Martin struggles to catch the remainder of his words.]
Ah... Yharnam, you said? I'm sorry, it doesn't sound familiar.
[Though if it's only a town then it makes sense to him that he wouldn't recognize it. He knew his maps well enough, but only on a large scale, and if it was outside of Tamriel then of course he couldn't claim to know it.]
But... werewolves, and a plague. [He shakes his head. Maybe Nirn is just falling apart entirely.] I'm sorry. I wish we could provide you with aid, but...
[He stops there, after a second, weighing things over in his mind. Strategically it might not be the best idea to tell someone outside of Tamriel that Cyrodiil is being torn apart by Daedra, but-- it's only one individual. Granted, he isn't sure how powerful of an individual he is. In the end, Martin errs on the side of caution, keeping his words vague.]
...as you can imagine, Cyrodiil has problems of its own. It seems at times that there's no end to it all.