Anna
*The Daedra finally reached the keep, glancing up and side to side. Nodding in an impressed stare*

**"Well, you mortals have still kept this place in... Reasonable shape since i last visited, shall we go inside to talk with the Jarl now?"**

*Taking one last swig of his mead, setting the bottle on the stairs. Glancing back at his new apprentice, smirking as a hand rested on the pommel of his Daedra blade. Excited to see inside*
Joseph
*Alabard was visibly nervous despite his best efforts to hide it. Suddenly the confidence he felt at the tavern had left him. To meet a Jarl was as unique a situation as becoming a Daedra apprentice. 

"Uh... Yes. We should- we shall."
Byron
*Dumac sat on his throne. He was conversing with a dunmer. White haired, white robes. The dunmer saw the daedra and told something to one of the guards. Cover the mirrors. But they hadn't been kicked out yet, so he was clearly willing to have an audience with daedra. Beside him to his right was a dwemer automaton stood, guarding him.*
Anna
*Rolling his eyes from his apprentice reaction, approaching the Jarl and his court. Gazing about, intrigued at all of it. His walk showed arrogance and poise, stopping at the base of the throne area*

**"Well, it seems your court is quite on edge my dear Jarl... Eh? What do they call you sir?"**

*He chuckled with a hint of Callous, giving a bow to the Jarl. Valgren definitely was a unique character*

**"Where are my manners, I am Valgren Othrron and this here, if you can believe it, is my newly acquired apprentice... It would seem I could get an audience with you yes?"**

*Introducing himself well mannered, though not sounding like he's taking anything serious*
Joseph
*Alabard remains silent. Not just because he had nothing to say but out of respect for him master and the jarl. And a little fear as well.*
Byron
*He leaned forward removing his glasses and setting them on the side of his throne. His appearance, the way he carried himself... It commanded respect.*

"Jarl Dumac Brass Blood. It has been some time since we've had an Unbound Daedra in the city. You have my attention."
Carl
*He stood silently. But it was apparent that his right arm was made entirely of brass. Possibly more of him. But in his eyes you could see a sort of powerful confidence only a powerful mage had.*
Anna
*His gaze went from the court back to the Jarl, bowing his head once more*

**"My my, Jarl Dumac... If all this Dwemer upgrades to the city is your doing, I am vastly impressed... You've earned my respect, but enough of the accolades of the great Jarl. Ive only come to your city, to ask for a place of solace and a way to earn your mortal currency... I'm sure a man like yourself understands such help?"**

*He chuckled with a smirk, gazing up to the Automaton. Admiring the art of the guard*
Joseph
*Alabard slowly turned his head to face Valgren. How can someone acting so polite still come of so rude. Nothing he was saying was wrong or rude really but his attitude towards the Jarl and layed back attitude... It impressed Alabard*
Carl
*Before the jarl could speak, the Dunmer interjected.*

"Which plane do you hail from?"

*It was polite yet authoritative. He was the expert compared to Dumac.*
Anna
*Swiftly a glare fired to the Dunmer, his eyes squinted with a smirk*

**"There there Dunmer, I only hail from the Deadlands... Knight of Mehrunes Dagon I might add. Though, it's been awful long since I've been back and I don't intend to go back anytime soon.."**

*Replying to the Dunmer, giving him a bow as well. Respecting the Dunmer for his question to speak over the jarl*
John
Mixed up cyberpunk names
Joseph
*Alabard turned to Byleth, like the Jarl he too also commands respect from his graze alone or so Alabard could infer. I wonder why he was curious as Alabard was about where Valgren hailed from.*
Byron
*Byleth whispered to him, and he made a decision.*

"Yes, yes, i may have something for you. Guardwork perhaps. Or manual labor in the Excavation. I cannot place my unwavering trust in you now. But i respect you."
Anna
*He started to laugh, sighing to the comment. The Daedra crossed his arms*

**"I don't deny your questions of me, but I have lived among you mortals on this plane for hundreds of years. I don't wish nothing more then respect and to live how I want too... I don't mind guardwork or anything to prove my battle worthiness... Whatever you decided Jarl Dumac, I respect such decision.."**

*He smirked, giving Alabard a glare then to the jarl*

**"I don't intend to cross any of you, I'm not like any of those pathetic Daedra... Especially those inferior Demora.."**
Joseph
*Alabard could feel the fear that was starting to leave return once more when Valgren met his gaze with his glare. Did he offend him he pondered.*
Byron
"Then you will be a personal guard of mine. And the... Apprentice?"

*He leaned back in his chair confused as to why he was even there.*
Anna
**"My apprentice..? Hmph, well Alabard. Would you like to tell the Jarl here why you're my apprentice?"**

*Pointing at Alabard, nodding for him to step in front. Snickering with a smirk, stepping back. Valgren hoping to get the best light on him as possible to get benefits*
Joseph
*Alabard was stunned. His shock from being put on the spot so suddenly showed on his face.*

"Well... I um... I've placed myself in service so I may learn. I want to become more well equipped in the practice of magic and was advised experience would be my best bet to learn. So I now accompany my mentor to assist him anyway I can in hopes of getting some experience and learning new skills along the way."
Byron
*He raised an eyebrow and scratched his chin.*

"It tends to be the other way around but well... I've seen stranger."

*He turned to Byleth.*

"I hate to have you do this but please show them around. You seem the most suited for it in this circumstance."
Carl
*He nodded and turned, expecting them to follow. Every time his right foot hit the ground it sounded like an automaton.*
Anna
*Valgren watched as thing went, examining the Dunmer as he followed it*

**"Well, how I expected such to go. I'm used to all of you demanding me be sent back to oblivion, which is quite the surprise when I despise being in Deadlands.."**

*He laughed, fixing his collar piece as he walked and took in the sights of the hall*

**"Dwemer architecture used by the Nords, what a surprise..."**

*Snickering sadistically, glancing to Alabard. Wondering why he's such a nervous wreck*
Joseph
*Feeling like he had embarrassed himself yet again, Alabard swiftly followed closely behind Valgren wanting nothing more then to escape the presence of the Jarl to not humiliate himself further.*
Carl
"The Reachmen originally. Dumac is Reach-Folk by blood. Though if he could, he'd will himself into being a Dwemer."

*He smirked. Now that they got a better look at him, from his neck down, his entire right side was made of Brass. They were walking towards the Excavation, then the Barracks.*
Anna
*Valgren glanced at the Dunmer, intrigued. Scratching his goatee while listening*

**"So he shares blood with animals... No judgement, observation. But it seems he's done a wonderful job with this city, and you... Having Dwemer metal parts.."**


*Walking once again with arrogance, his curiosity going about in all directions*