Sigmund stepped in front of the Altmer and placed his hand on the chestplate of his armour. He had been running on adrenaline since he awoke but it had worn off and he was significantly weakened by the wooden studs in his arm.

"My ring," He demanded" You will return my ring. Now."

It was more of a bluff than a threat, but it was all he could muster at the moment and it would have to do.