(Note: am burnt out on writing from the events of the past few weeks, may or may not be evident.)
"So, when is that letter dated?" asks Artorius.
"24 Rain's Hand, 409. Twenty-one years ago."
"That was the day before the wedding..." adds Camilla.
"And when exactly did people start going missing? Not counting my father."
"Four months ago, as far as I've been able to determine. It's taken a while to confirm things over such long distances, but my wife went missing a bit under two months ago. I returned home to find her gone, and signs of a struggle."
"And no one has come after you? Or Amava, for that matter, who this whole thing seems to have centered on."
Drernar's features tighten, ever so slightly. "My mother... Amava... has been dead for a few years now. Morrowind has been a very volatile place, these past few years. As I'm sure you've heard. As for me, well," Drernar takes out a letter and hands it to Artorius.
In accordance with custom, this notice of the breach of honorable commencement is sent to the aforementioned person. A contract about the aforementioned person has been terminated, as an agent pursuing this honorable and lawful task so learned that abhorrent and unlawful agents had been employed for the same task, as was discovered when the two agents, in pursuing this task, encountered each other.
"My sources inform me that I've narrowly missed other unfriendly people on the way."
"So, let me get this straight," says Artorius, gesticulating the beginning of a timeline. "Your son writes to you over twenty years ago, and you make no attempt to reach him for twenty years, until people in the family go missing. And upon finding you have more family down here, you want to keep us safe."
Drernar nods, after a moment. "From your tone... I had my reasons for not seeking him sooner. Though I do not think it would be polite to bring them up here."
"Alright then. So. What, exactly, is your plan now? To remain here? To take us back to Mournhold? Forgive me, but what in Oblivion were you thinking??"
Camilla looks mortified. Drernar says "Excuse me?"
"You, who are apparently followed by hired killers. Would my mother and I even be in danger if you hadn't come here? We're not even Dunmer! Why would we be involved?"
"Because," says Drernar coldly, "being a Nero comes with a bit more than a name and those cheekbones. A sort of family destiny. Every generation without fail, going back into ancient times, the first-born Nero has always been born under the sign of the Thief. And every one has met with uncommon and strange fortunes. Many have done great things in their times. Our blood has great potential in it, Artorius. That is why I'm going to train you. If something's to be done about Thavas, we'll have to be the ones to do it."
"...way to bury the lead, there."