A frustrated sigh escapes Garyn's lips before he can think to stop himself.

"Well...call it a poisoned chalice, from the hands of one Caius Cosades. Apparently serving the Emperor in Gnisis was too much to hope for, so he pulled strings. I'm transferred to the fort near Balmora, where a friend of his in the garrison casually reminded me that Caius wanted to see me. Who was I to refuse?"