The captain of their company assured him that he was no noble, something that Cyrius had already discerned for himself. He smiled and performed a half serious bow, before accepting and shaking the offered hand. "So be it. A comrade in arms, then. I'll excuse myself." The imperial vampire turned away, towards the fire. He didn't feel the cold as keenly as the others, but it wouldn't hurt to make some allies among the rest of the group. His fellow vampire seemed uninterested in any sort of alliance, but that was fine. Cyrius hadn't gotten as far as he had by relying on others. As he approached the group at the fire, the robed man, who seemed to be an alchemist or healer or sorts, started shouting at the other human, something about the atrocities committed by the empire.
Cyrius had noted some tension between the two, back in the tavern. This was something else though and it looked like the two were on the verge of exchanging blows. With a theatrical huff of exasperation at the pettiness of mortals, he rushed forwards, stopping between the pair of them, hands extended to either man in a calming gesture. "Now, now my fine fellows, let's not do anything rash. The empire has certainly done some...questionable things in the past." He looked to the imperial, "but they also maintain stability. If the method works, why change it?" The argument was not the best he'd ever made in his life, but hopefully he could get through to them. "More importantly, we may be in the employ of the empire, but that does not mean we are imperials. We have only ourselves to look to for help. Fighting now, will do nothing but weaken the company. Settle your grievances after we've completed our task, yes?"
Elwyn started leading the way back to the fire, then stopped. The man she'd briefly spoken to was shouting at the man in imperial robes and armour. Clearly, conflict was moments away. A few moments later, the pale imperial, Cyrius, she thought his name was, rushed over to stand between the two. She turned to the khajiit woman "perhaps rest is a better alternative. We will need our strength for the march into Skyrim, and it is late." She smiled slightly, "there will plenty of nights to come where you can show the 'finer comforts'."