Thomas
*The old Telvanni was in his home near the top of Markarth. It was an old Dwemer watchtower, 5 or 6 flights of stairs up from the Marketplace. He had a notice posted in the major cities, he desired a "Skilled swordsman for assistance in regards to Dwemer exploration for a Handsome sum."*
Ruthie
There was a polite knock on his door.

Velin was making his way around Skyrim, he had given nearly all of his funds to a man and woman who were robbed from bandits. They also lost their friend whom tried to fight the bandits, but he was no warrior. 

He could not avenge them or track down the bandits, but he could guide the people to safety as well as given them enough money for nearly a month if they saved well.

Now the Samuria was broke, he didn't have enough money himself, only enough for a few nights at the local inn and maybe some food. He was lucky that a job such as this was made for him.
Thomas
*The door was opened by a watchling.*

"Oh, you must be here for the Job then? Mortals, you always have *Something* To do, even with what little time you have."

*Inside could be heard the sound of cogs, machines, steam pumps, whirring quietly.*

"He's upstairs, I think he's fixing one of those Dwemer spiders..."
Ruthie
He gave a bow and walked inside. 

He took off his wooden sandels and place them near the door before he made his way upstairs. While h made his way towards his client. He would look around his house, only what he could see. It was none of his business.
Thomas
*There were Dwemer mechanisms everywhere, but more intriguingly, there were small mechanisms made of some other metal. Brass, the kind you could get anywhere, but it was cast and forged into shapes a mere smith couldn't make. In the center of the room was some sort of orrery mimicking the one on Stros M'kai, it didn't seem to have any purpose however. There were worktables all around this lower floor, littered with bits of scrap or broken mechanisms. As he reached the upper floor, he would find a sort of loft area. Bookshelves lined the walls, with a bed hiding in the corner, and a table against the wall between two shelves, where his client sat, tinkering away. He wore white robes, almost as white as his hair. Something about him was very... Different.*
Ruthie
He nodded to himself as he saw all sorts of contraptions and mechanism that were made out of dwemer technology. Velin himself had only read a few books on the Dwemer but never had he really put much time into studying the Dwemer. Once he made his way towards the loft, he would look around and clear his throat.

"My apologies to intrude on your study, but I am here to aid you in your research into the Dwemer ruins you seek." He asked in a quiet tone.
Thomas
"No, no, no intrusion at all. Intrusion is some S'wit coming in drunk asking to see a magic show."

*He stood. His robe covered him mostly. But more intriguingly, the right side of his body was encased in Brass, excluding his head of course.*

"We're visiting Bthardamz, Calcelmo thinks that theres anything left to find in this city... Bah, nothing left here but corruption."

*He hadn't even looked over who had approached him yet.*

"I wasn't expecting a Dunmer, usually some meat-headed nord takes up my offers. You are?..."
Ruthie
"I am Velin, Swordmaster... Not the title I gave myself; just what the locals seems to call me." He gave a bow and shrugged. 

Velin never saw him as a Swordmaster, he knew he was good with a blade. But to master the way of the sword? He felt like he wasn't there in skill to be considered a swordmaster. He wasn't much for Ego, he was proud of his knowledge and time dedicated in sword fighting.

"When you are ready, I shall escort you towards Bthardamz; I will have to check it on my map; I don't believe I have it marked on it." He added.
Thomas
*He grabbed his staff from the corner. And approached.*

"I suppose I should Introduce myself. My name is Byleth Telvanni."

*He walked down the stairs expecting him to follow.*

"I'm happy to answer questions... Most people have quite a few in regards to me."

*From the back, the brass on his right side joined with an external spine. It was very clearly grafted to his skin. Covering the brass was daedric script, and a large engraving of the tribunal hand on his front and back, exactly opposite of his heart.*
Ruthie
"Telvanni? What brings you far from home? Isn't your house on Solstheim?" Velin tilted his head.

It had been a while since he kept tabs on the family houses of Morrowind, Telvanni being one of the most well known in his family house. His family house was obscure and relatively small when it came to fame and knowledge. 

"If you don't mind me asking, I know our homeland being... In distress has cause so much change." He added.
Thomas
"I've been to Tel Mithryn a few times, good friends with Neloth. I haven't been to Morrowind in, *Quite a long time.*"

*He opened the brass doors, the Watchling closing them behind him.*

"The Dwemer ruins in Morrowind have been torn to pieces, theres nothing left we don't know. There's still quite a bit here, even in Hammerfell, to uncover. I don't plan to find out what happened to them, I want to know why it took Lord Seht becoming a god to even come close to their technology."

*Lord Seht. Nobody today would call him that.*
Ruthie
"Intresting, I was never able to be born in my homeland. Vvardenfell was gone when I was just an infant. Still, my family kept our Dunmer traditions going long after the eruption. But enough about me, let's make our way towards the ruins. I suggest we purchase some supplies in case of unforeseen events that may occur on our journey." He suggested.
Thomas
"By all mean of course we can... I really dont go down there much. The nords tend to be quite... Wary of me."

*He let him pass ahead of him. Whatever his staff was, it just seemed to get most of its use as a walking stick.*

"We Telvanni, we tend to last quite a long time. Divayth Fyr was a Chimer, great mind, hope he's still out there."