Martin raises his shoulders, inhaling, then lowers his shoulders with a drawn-out exhale. "A woman showed up in the network, asking for me." He won't give out her name, considering her paranoid nature. "In my realm, there's a group of warriors known as the Blades. They are the Empire's intelligence, in charge of protecting the empire and its emperors, the Septims."

Martin looks down, not sure if he wants to continue. He's said enough. "She's a Blade."