Joyce
"*They must be approached with caution.*" He says, "*The Dunmer had a good system. The teachings of their Saint Veloth.*" He says, "*One must not trifle with thte Daedra, though, the Chimer learned that lesson tenfold.*"
Jerry
*She merely listened.*

"Have you any fear that the Men to the north might... Attack your city? They have such strong opinions on us... Could you defend?"
Joyce
"*They've no reason to. We aren't showing any hostilities, and they're unaware of our existence as of right now.*" He says, "*That's why we're being careful about revealing ourselves, waiting for the perfect moment, and hopefully that moment will be advantageous to us and the locals.*"
Jerry
"We hadn't shown hostility either."

*They were basically at the base of the tower now.*

"Is this it then?"
Joyce
"*The Thalmor are a hold different animal.*" He says with a chuckle, "*Yep,*" He says, inside the tower are *Quite a few* Dead bodies, as well as a statue, which would be quickly identified as an Ayleid Guardian
Jerry
*She pulled part of her Cloak over her face. It stank, obviously.*

"I hope you at least clean this out... I can't imagine the smell at its *Worst*."
Joyce
"*We'll leave a washbin out for you.*" He says with a chuckle, he puts his crown back on, "*Maybe a tub, too.*" He walks through the tower, moving toward the mountainside
Jerry
*She dismounted her horse and took the Welkynd stone from its neck and closed it. The horse disappeared. She followed silently.*
Joyce
He places his hand on the mountainside, a chunk of the side moves inward, and slowly falls into a slot in the ground, "*This is as far as you can go. You can set up camp outside or in the Tower for now, I will make sure the scouts and guards leave you alone.*"
Jerry
"Hmph. Hospitality these days..."

*She sat down by the mountainside, setting her bedroll down beneath her cloak, which she used as a tent, affixing it to the rock and supporting it with a stick.*
Joyce
"*It's as I said earlier, I'll need to speak with the leaders about letting you in fully.*" He says, a slight regretful tone, from the small glimpse she can see the hallways are lit with the Welkynd stones, the light casting shadows along the coarse, roughcut stone
Jerry
*She expected to be here for a while. She set up a small fire in the meantime. She hoped nobody would try and come to the tower. Though maybe that would be a good bargaining chip for entry.*
John
After a few hours of uninterrupted waiting the door opens. A group of heavily armored Ayleid guards exit. "*Mitta, Kynd.*" (Enter, Child.) one of them says in a deep, rough voice. The soft blue glow emanating from the foreboding halls, it almost feels like home
Jerry
*Almost. She stood, taking her cloak. She always wanted it with her. She followed them.*
John
They walked her through, past the guard quarters and to a side passage, lined with doors, the guest quarters, "*You'll be staying here for now. Welcome to Naril Auran, Kynd.*"
Jerry
*She smiled.*

*"Thank you... I understand the risks of letting me in."*

*She opened one of the presumably unnocupied rooms and entered.*
John
The room is small, it has a bed, chest and dresser, a washbin as well as a bath. A stream of water flows in from the ceiling and into a drain.

The guard nods, leaving with the others