Erma
The Altmer made his way up the stairs, "Why'd that fool insist I take the stairs. Why'd I listen to him." He says to himself, as he approaches the door he knocks, "Are you the one I'm supposed to talk to?" He calls out
Rebecca
*The door opened, without any trouble with the Watchling. She already knew he was coming. Byleth was still working on that Dwemer Colossus. It was deconstructed still, but the torso was Complete, and the cavity in the center was filled with Heartstones. He was tweaking the arms and legs making sure they could actuate properly before assembling it outside. He turned, and approached Palomir.*

"You're the one? Hm... What did Regulus do for you that you owed him *This* Much?"
Erma
"That is a private matter." He says, "Now can we get on with it, I want to know what that sad excuse for a guard captain has me doing. He wasn't exactly specific."
Rebecca
*He smirked.* 

"You're going to be arrested. You're then going to stage a prison riot to free the King of the Forsworn. Once he is out, he will then be put into the Jarl's Custody, and then executed with *That*."

*He pointed at the Colossus. It wasn't original Dwemer make, maybe the frame. It was more reminiscent of Clockwork Factotums, but with a Bearded Dwemer Face.*
Erma
He winces, "No wonder he didn't tell me about the job. I would've turned him inside out. I might, next time i see that bastard." He sighs, "Let's get this over with then. Do I at least get a change of clothes? I don't want those brutes doing anything to my clothing, expensive fabric and all that."
Rebecca
"Oh but the clothes are the most important thing. You and Venasu aren't too different... War profiteering and such. You have an... Interesting record."


*He moved to a table near the right forearm of the colossus. There was a folded set of commoners robes and some boots. He grabbed them, and handed them to Palomir.*

"Maybe not the Ambition of Venasu, though. She's a textbook Telvanni... Sans racism. Anyway, you can change upstairs, mind the little dragon frogs... They startle new visitors."
Erma
"I'll keep my journal with me. I look forward to seeing one of the guards immolated when they try to read it." He says with a laugh, moving upstairs to change into more... Common clothing, after some time he returns, looking like a proper peasant, "This outfit makes me want to hurl."
Rebecca
"Oh but you're "Connecting" With the commoners..."

*Byleth was rather wealthy himself, but not flashy. Didn't want to lecture him on it, though.*

"Anything else before you go down there and cause a ruckus?"
Erma
"Any particular locations I should target to get arrested? I'm not used to committing such... Paltry crimes." He thinks, "I assume somewhere connected to the Forsworn or Silver-Bloods?"
Rebecca
"Smash up the Inn. There's probably a redguard fellow down there that'll aid you if the guards get violent. But dont get too excited."
Erma
"And here I was hoping I could set a bank on fire." He says with a chuckle, "The inn won't stand a chance. I'll just refuse to pay a tab and then threaten to exsanguinate the bartender."
Rebecca
"Good... I expect it'll be good to hear about. Overshadowed by it's aftermath, though."

*He motioned for him to leave with his metal arm. After it had been serviced, it seemed almost organic the way it moved.*
Erma
"Wish me luck, not that I need it." He says, making his way out of the tower and to the SIlver Blood Inn, "This ought to be interesting."