Compromise. Nerevar knows quite well the bittersweet taste of it. The Great Houses are hard enough to manage when one doesn't mean to alter their religion and their way of life. All he does, he is able to get away with because the power of the Nerevarine carries with it a heavy expectation, an unfulfilled promise that hangs over it like a dark cloud - one day he will be expected to drive the Empire from Morrowind forever. He knows the more traditional Houses will not wish to wait for the Empire to die of old age. And though he desperately wishes otherwise, he knows that when the time comes, much innocent blood will be spilled.

He bows slightly and gives his recitation.

"Serjo Redoran Garyn Balvadares of Bal Isra, Archmaster of House Redoran, Knight of the Imperial Dragon, Defender and Hortator of the Five Great Dunmer Houses, Proclaimed Nerevar Incarnate by the Four Ashland Tribes, Supreme Commander of all House and Imperial Forces in the Vvardenfell District, Champion of Azura, Hand of Mephala, Sword of Boethiah, and Protector of Morrowind."

Beat.

"At least I think that's all of them. Most call me Nerevar Redoran. A little more than half a year ago I walked into a god's house and killed him. If you don't remember that, you've been long away from the Mundus indeed."