Celia
"The choice of even bringing peace in the Order is also a... Strange discussion. I don't care either way... But the scripture says we should continue the war as long as we can. Thats how some interpret it. It's too confusing to Talk about on a walk like this."

*He meant the scenery. The Reach was one of the most beautiful Holds... The trees, the rocks... Waterfalls... All of it.*
Justin
"Clearly the ones who think the war should stretch on don't understand what Reymon Ebonarm stands for." He says with a chuckle, "Ebonarm always preferred ending conflict without bloodshed."
Celia
"The message warps and changes over the years. Some of those in there are warmongers, some more traditional. I personally wish to end it without bloodshed."

*He frowned.*

"But I'm a realist. Theres no chance in oblivion that will happen."
Justin
"It's worth a try, either way." He says, "Perhaps the two sides could see reason." He chuckles, "Not sure if you'll be able to get Ulfric and Tullius to sit in a room together, though."
Celia
"I would rather kill myself then be in a room with them."

*A blunt, but accurate statement. They were passing the Sky Haven Temple. Achel didn't know the significance of it. But he did comment on it.*

"That's not the typical architecture here. I've passed it a million times... It looks Akaviri, but it can't be. Not here."
Justin
He chuckles, "So you don't know?" He grins, "That's Sky Haven Temple, used to be a Blades conclave, but has been abandoned for a while, since before the purge. Nobody's been in or out since."
Celia
"They never told us at Cloud Ruler Temple. Why you know that... I dont even want to know. You know a lot already, more than the average guard captain."

*He seemed somewhat suspicious of him.*
Justin
"I make it my job to know things. Keeps me from being taken by surprise, long list of sources. Long list of people who owe me favors." He chuckles, "You should see my house. Lined with cabinets of files and information."
Celia
"Some people consider that a mental illness."

*He thought.*

"Odd that it's abandoned like that. It would be an Old Dragonguard structure... Like Tideholm. It would be well defensible..."
Justin
"Nobody's really sure why it was abandoned. Perhaps we'll never know, seeing as nobody can get inside the damned thing."
Celia
"Dragonborn."

*He said bluntly as he began to light a cigarette.*

"Some older imperial holy sites were inaccessible to us blades. They had Blood Wards... They required the blood of an Emperor to enter."
Justin
"That'd explain the big fuckoff head on the wall of it." He says with a laugh, "Must be Reman."
Celia
"Well, when we find a dragonborn, we can get in and take whatever rusted dragonguard trinkets we want."

*Whatever he smoked was some kind of herb or flower. It smelled more like incense than anything.*
Justin
"Sounds like a plan. If one ever shows up." He says with a chuckle, he then coughs, getting a lungful of smoke, "What are you even smoking, it smells awful."
Celia
"Chokeweed. Good for your stamina. It's a good constant feeling... A lot of alchemical ingredients work well when you smoke them... You get the good effects mostly. Sometimes a little too good... Don't try Coda flowers."
Justin
"I don't plan on smoking anything. Smoking kills, you know." He says with a laugh, he said this joke before.
Celia
"Not as fast as taking bribes..."

*It was a jab at regulus' own corruptness. They were nearing the edge of the Reach. The plains of whiterun were in view.*
Justin
"I don't take bribes, for the most part. Now making deals with some of the most dangerous people in Tamriel? That's my vice. Surprised there aren't more attempts at my life."
Celia
"Who would you consider the "Most Dangerous?" Great Houses? Skooma Kingpins? Pirates?"

*He seemed genuinely interested in this... A nice change of pace from his usual indifference.*
Justin
"Morag and Camonna Tong, for one." He says, "The Great Houses of Morrowind, as well. A few bandit gangs, criminal groups, so on and so forth."
Celia
"About what I expected. Put a lot of guild rats in their place... Think they're hot shit at a tavern, then... Well you could probably guess. I have no respect for Thieves. No honesty in it."

*He laughed, not much of one, closer to an exhale.*

"I suppose thats one of the reasons I left the Empire."
Justin
"What is the Empire if not a group of self-righteous Thieves." He says with a chuckle, "I used to work with the Guild, give them passes so long as they helped me, but Maven put an end to that."
Celia
"When I first got here, I did work for her."

*He took a long, dramatic drag of his cigarette.*

"Never. Again. Zero respect for those under her."
Justin
"Or for her betters. The way she treats Jarl Laila makes me sick." He says, "I plan on bringing her down, but it'll take a lot of time, gotta do it perfectly."
Celia
"Good luck. Seriously."

*He frowned.*

"Her and her lackeys are rotted to the core. One will replace another."
Justin
"That's what I hope to prevent. Power vacuums are no laughing matter. Someone or Something will need to fill in that gap, and I have a sneaking suspicion it'll be me."
Celia
"And you think you're responsible enough for that? What that place needs is a Jarl that isn't brainless..."