Justin
"I can handle a few savages." He says, "Though I wouldn't mind seeing you in action. You seem like you'd be impressive in the battlefield."
Celia
"I fought in the West in the great war... 'course that was all fucking pointless..."

*He groaned.*

"I'll still go with you... I havent fought with anyone in a while."
Justin
"I'm guessin I'll need to report to Jarl Dumac one more time before taking my leave. Let him know I've found a good replacement for the Captain."
Celia
"Well, I'll be at the gate of the Keep. Do what you need to do."

*He turned and went up. The Jarl would still be on his throne.*
Justin
"I'll meet you there." He says with a nod. He walks into throne room, approaching Jarl Dumac with a respectful bow, "I believe we have a good runner up for the Guard Captain position, one of the senior-most members of the guard. I have him working the guards on some civil outreach within the city. Hopefully it will keep the guard in proper shape and help build faith in them. Two birds, meet one stone." He says, "Unless you have anything else for me, I'm afraid i must return home."
Byron
"Good... Good... It's nice to hear there was someone capable there. That's everything i have then... For you anyway. We've had some issues in the Hall of The Dead... But you've done enough. Achel will escort you to the border of the Hold... I know you'll say "Oh I Don't need protection.", but we've had reports of large forsworn movements into their more defended camps. They're looking for travelers... You alone are an easy target."
Justin
"Nothing about me makes an easy target, but another arm is always appreciated. Heard there's an enclave of those Ebonarm fellas out in Whiterun, suppose Achel plans on makin a stop there? Or is he comin back once he reaches the border?"
Byron
"He does what he does. I just give him good work. He likely will go there... He doesn't talk about being a member much... But he is."
Justin
"I could tell. If the ebony wasn't enough to give it away, somethin about how they hold themselves." He chuckles, "Well I won't keep you, got business to attend to back in Riften, setting up a sting of sorts."
Byron
*He Chuckled.*

"Yes.. I suppose you do have a busy schedule there.. I appreciate you taking the time. You're a hard worker... Very determined. I appreciate that Tenacity. You are Dismissed."
Justin
"It was a pleasure, my Jarl." He says, making his way out of the Keep and toward the main gate
Celia
*He was waiting at the gate for him.*

"I'm going this way anyway, so dont try and keep me from you."
 
*He turned and the gate opened. He had a constant cloud of floral smoke around him.*
Justin
"Smoking kills, y'know." He says with a chuckle, "So you one of those knightly types? What brings you to the Reach of all places?"
Celia
"Money. There's a bounty on every forsworn here."

*He smirked.*

"Knightly is... Pushing it. I'm past all of the "Honor" Bullshit now... I fight as fair as who I'm fighting."
Justin
"You know what they say, all's fair in love and war. Fighting fair has never been my thing, if it can give me an edge in combat I'll utilize it. Especially since the battles I fight are rarely the ones that can be fought with steel and grit."
Celia
"Guessin you dont deal in fair fights... More thieves that'll bite you and Mad Telvanni... That one spread around. Crazy Bastard... They say they arent all like that but... Something about the one here is off... Crazy in that... Despairing way. Real fucking scary demons behind him..."

*Well he certainly didn't have a silver tongue... He was usually more quiet though. They were passing the stables, and nearing the bridge that led into the real Reach. Things felt oddly quiet.*
Justin
He fastens his helmet, and stands by his horse, "Thought I'd see more movement on the horizon, all things considered." He says, suspicious, "Think they're readying some foolish last hurrah?"
Celia
"Definitely."

*He pointed towards an empty camp.*

"I didn't hit that one. It shouldn't be empty. They're festering like maggots somewhere... Waiting for us."

*He didn't have a horse but he could keep up a walking pace. But they would be attacked, and soon.*
Justin
"Well if they're planning an attack... I don't want my horse caught in the crossfire." He says, "Think we can rally some backup before they try somethin? Hit em first, and hard."
Celia
"At most some guards... Don't think they'll kill a horse like that though. They usually let them go, or take them. I don't thing that big... Machine... Can leave..."
Justin
"It'd be quite the show if it could..." He says, "I think the walls are too tall, though. Dunno, maybe it could climb?"
Celia
"Probably just a portal... I don't know how magic works... That kind anyway... But i dont think it would be too difficult to move it that far... He could probably take it around... Over the mountains then outside the walls... I'm expecting something strong but not numerous. Lucky us."

*He began to walk. A siege was out of tbe question, but a small force attacking them... Inevitable.*
Justin
"Just hope they don't got too many archers. Or mages. Anything with range, for that matter. Nothin I can do about that." He says, slipping on a ring, his form seems to shimmer in the air, blending and warping the surroundings, "That should make it harder for them to hit me, though. Chameleon and Sanctuary, a powerful combination." He looks around, "Can't see any forces around from this position, but I'd wager they'd take a nearby cave. Probably the mine, that way," He says, pointing to Left Hand Mine, "Or and ambush force hidden behind that ridge by the farm," He says pointing to Salvius Farm, "Maybe even both, if they're smart. Either way there's not much we can do to prepare, not unless you can think of a way to get them to show their cards early."
Celia
"Stay here."

*He began walking, out towards the center of the 2 points where they actually were, a Cave and a Ridge. And he just stood there. Eventually... 2 missed arrows... And a Werewolf, accompanied by 2 briarhearts and 3 lesser warriors on the other side. No hagraven... Thankfully. Guards immediately sprang into action trying to fight the archers, and Achel drew his sword and slashed at the stomach of the werewolf in the same motion. Cut, but not dead. A briarheart with 2 axes came from behind. He blocked it with his pauldron, and swept his leg.*