Ondolemar’s steps echo through the hallways as he carries out his usual patrol, looking around Understone Keep. It’s a boring job, as nothing usually goes on, but he can’t really complain. He could be stuck in Winterhold like Ancano, at least in Markarth he's warm and there's things to do. Inevitably his mind starts to wander, about how he misses Summerset Isles, the amount of work he has to do here, those rumours about a so-called 'Dragonborn'... His thoughts are interrupted when the altmer collisions into someone, causing both bodies to topple over.

“Ugh-“ Is all he says, dusting his expensive robes off. Great, last thing he needs is an altercation with a local.