Salthar stared at the DawnGuard. Usually his type was quiet and restrained except when facing vampires. But now...something was different about him. "Are you alright, Galten? You've gone pale.." Salthar began to have his suspicions about the man. He smiled. It was not a pleasant smile.
"What we should do, is wait until we can gather more information. Question people coming in here, especially mages...running around will get us nowhere" Salthar said, then glanced outside, to where the sun trying to pierce the clouds...and failing miserably. "I suggest we all get a little rest. You're probably weary from your long trip" With that statement, he rose, and headed to a room, closing the door. He removed his robe, and the grey tunic below it, and finally his boots. He placed his sword leaning against the headboard of the bed, and draped his clothing over a chair inside the room. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, thinking of his wife in Falkreath.