He looks between the two, confused as who to side with, before moving to stand next to her in a defensive stance with his large blade. After all, it was Hadar who had drawn his weapons first.

"Loqueris Cyrodiilic?" ((Latin-English: Do you speak Cyrodiilic?)) He asks the bosmer woman as he approaches her, eyes on the struggling man.

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Snarling, the spectral wolf spun and lunged at Hadar. Three more materialized and latched onto Hadar's legs and arm as the original clamped down on his free arm. The small tent shifted as Falin emerged, an arrow already nocked and at the ready. "It's never a good decision to draw your weapons in another's camp."

"wait so your not...nevermind...can you get these things off of me please." Said Hadar looking at all of the spectral wolves on him but for some reason not feeling any pain from their large bites

"Very little," she replied in Cyrodiilic to the legionnaire. She turned back towards Hadar. "Why don't you explain what you were doing here first?"

"I don't know even know where i am, i was training in the northern mountain range of skyrim and i apparated to riverwood and from their i started running toward the western region but when i was a little bit away from riverwood i all of a sudden just apparated here as if something brought me here and i thought you were going to try and kill me so in defense i pulled out my daggers, but i now see that you are wanderers. Can you get these wolves off me now please and thank you"

Falin studied him for a moment before waving her hand. All but the first wolf disappeared. The first let out a low growl as it returned to Falin's side.

"Qualis generis es?" (What manner of race are you?) (Just because I am translating, doesn't mean ya'll automatically understand what I say. Like Falin, she can understand a wee bit of what Tiberius is saying.) The legate asks the other man in his native tongue, sheathing his sword as he does so.

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(Actually dide in case you didn't know Hadar has telepathy and his mind translates any language that is spoken to him >:)

( Oh :D )

"The soldier wasn't camping with me. I'm not sure what he's doing here." Falin studied Hadar for a moment. "But we're in the Southern part of Cyrodiil, near the border to Valenwood."

"My name's Falin," she turned to the Legate and repeated the asnwer in Cyrodiilic.