Byron
*They would end up here. It was cleaner since the Last Jarl's reign. But there were Thalmor here. The Jarl was on the throne.*

"Ah! Yes, i wish to speak to you in private."

*He stood. He used his giant mace as a cane almost. They would go to a Private dining area.*
Michael
The thalmor made him uneasy, "Is it urgent?" He asked the Jarl, that was his own way of asking if things were going to get ugly in the next few moments.
Byron
"No... No... It's not. But the Vigilant is gone, and I know what that mace is you're carrying. Just... Tell me what happened. I won't charge you with murder or anything."

*He poured wine from two separate bottles. One was labeled "Indoril, 4E76, the other unlabeled but in a similar bottle. The one from the unlabled bottle was given to Alaric.*

"It's the kind you... "Need"... I keep it in case of visitors like you."
Michael
He grabbed the bottle from the Jarl, very surprised at the situation, he looked up at him as he put his mace away on his left hip,"I must say, it is unexpected to hear these words or to see these actions from a Jarl." 


He opened the bottle and took a sip from it before he started to speak, "The house was indeed haunted, by the daedric prince Molag Bal, he forced me to kill the vigilant and then tasked me with freeing a priest that came to his shrine to mock him from time to time, i followed the priest and he once again made me kill, this time with his mace." He explained, forced being subjective, Bal made no threats but one can never be too sure with these beings.
Byron
*He nodded, taking his words in.*

"We had known of the shrine for ages... Never thought it would be so... Important."

*He smiled at Alaric.*

"I'm no Ordinary Jarl friend. You have an air of civility to you... So you're good in my book."

*He took a sip of his wine.*

"With any luck, we can seal off the Shrine... Route it out of the city at least, and have someone living there soon. You've done good work."
Michael
"I am unsure if he shall ever return to that cursed place, but it is a possibility, as for being civil... Well, that is simply how i wish most of my people would be." He stated, taking another sip from his bottle.

"Is this all you wanted to speak about?" He asked raising an eyebrow at the Jarl, putting the bottle down on the nearest table.
Byron
"Did you fight any of the Forsworn while you were out? How many?"

*His tone changed. It was less friendly, more serious.*

"50 gold for each one. I have a bounty on each and every one of them. They're terrorists, who i have attempted to Negotiate with, and they will not concede with my offers."
Michael
He heard his words carefully, leaning against the table as he rubbed his chin,"I have killed three of them, have they become so troublesome for the people of Markath?" He asked, he was a bit out of the loop with anything that wasn't related to his people.
Byron
"Troublesome. Hmph. I grew up as one... Lost my father after he became a Briar-Heart. They sacked this city during the Great war... When Ulfric came through and slaughtered everyone who didn't fight with him. They say they want the Reach... I offer them the north. No. They want Markarth, this city. They'll kill us all to get it... Their foolish dream of this being "Their" City."

*He pulled out a bag of coins.*

"150 for them, a hundred for the house."
Michael
He grabbed the bag of coins as he nodded in understanding, that was a feeling that he knew all too well, fools trying to reclaim what was no longer theirs to take, "They live by an old and savage code, sure their hopes of taking this city are nearly non existent but they are still violent murderers... Forgive me for the foul words." He said, unsure of how this Jarl felt personally about these people, though he had a pretty good idea.

"I shall slay more should i ever come by once again, i... Dislike savages." He stated, putting the bag of coins into his pouch.
Byron
"Just like with you Vampires, it isn't all of you. Its a very vocal sub-group. There are more Peaceful tribes of the Reach, but the Forsworn are Violent Terrorists, and there is no negotiation anymore. I plan to execute their leader soon, against the Silver bloods wishes..."

*He paused thinking.*

"Bah, I've kept you long enough. Good work and all that... I'll keep you in mind if i have anything i need. I pay... Well, and i need to hire outside the city for certain things. You're free to go."