Mitchell
The Sorcerer nodded, handing the vial to Salen as the man explained what he needed. His eyebrow rose a tad as Salen offered an indirect prayer, and a longing for freedom. Varis made no obvious reaction to this sentiment, but a frown could have formed very easily. So long as this Altmer longed for a homeland that would never accept him, Varis could only imagine the humiliation that would haunt the man to the end of his days. 

Then again, perhaps this Mer would get lucky, and find himself by the seas, holed up in a solitary cottage or abode, and never be bothered again. Varis pondered that thought, and wondered if he would manage to see the day Salen got onto the next ship to Alinor. Whatever the case, Varis remained quiet on that front, before saying, "Then good luck. The whole vial would be most optimal, but if you can only manage a few drops at a time, it will work just fine. Too little each time, and he might have time to realize what is happening to his psyche. All at once, and he will be too lulled to notice, or care."
Taylor
Salen nodded towards Varis' warning. He had to be on top of which wines the justiciar would go for. Or perhaps he could spread it out evenly across what was in stock. Mark them in some way, perhaps magically. That was something he could manage even without the help of a powerfully Telvanni mage. 

"I understand, i'll make sure he gets a decent dosage with each bottle." Salen chewed on the inside of his lip slightly. As soon as his hands touched the vial, he gave it a quick glance his fingers wrapping around it like a vice. He felt a reverence to it, clutching it like a holy amulet. He slid the vial into his pocket, patting it as it fell to the bottom of the fabric pouch. There would be no drinking and whoring tonight, it was too much of a risk to loose the vial. Besides, he had spent long enough in Solitude for the night, the sooner he get's back to the Embassy the sooner the plot could begin in full. The phantom of a smile quivered at the corners of his mouth. 

"Thank you, If everything goes to plan then this transaction will have been worth it,"
Mitchell
The Telvanni nodded as Salen explained his plan, and raised his chin as he watched the Altmer's care when holding the vial. Varis smiled slightly. There were few things that brought him satisfaction more than seeing his enchanted items taken and aimed for good use. The satisfaction he got from giving the Guards of Solitude enchanted weaponry was wearing off, and so in more personal interactions like this, he did not take them for granted. 

"Of course. I hope to hear of your success, climbing through the ranks." Varis walked across the distance to the door, and opened it for Salen. "Azura's Star guide you."

When the door opened, Varis glanced toward the Nord outside. The man stood aside, smiling awkwardly toward Salen as he allowed room for the Altmer to leave down the stairs.

Varis looked back to Salen. "Do let me know how it goes. I love the sound of superiors becoming *Submissive*."
Taylor
Salen nodded and once again patted his pocket. Treating the vial within like a precious jewel. He stepped out of the wizards room, side-eyeing Varis' man. Being with a human was one thing, but he definitely questioned the Dunmer's taste. 

He turned back as Varis asked for an update. His face remained impassive but he issued a rare joke. "I'll make sure to send you a fruit basket once I get back to Alinor." 

With that he turned back towards the staircase. And began to walk back down to the ground floor of the tavern. "Farewell. Keep your hands clean."
Mitchell
Varis witnessed the side-eye given to the Nord, and relished in it. He had many back in Morrowind who would say and do far worse, and all those bastards had become screaming puddles of shit and piss the moment they attempted to strike.

Alas, a new realm, a more useful person. When Salen made his joke, Varis allowed himself an audible chuckle, "And perhaps a bouquet of native mushrooms." With that, as Salen walked down the stairs, the Nord was invited into Varis' room, and the door shut. 

Behind Salen, he would hear the hissing of runes and enchantments and glyphs being reapplied to the door, each rune more vile and hidden than the last. This one room probably had more protective enchantments and deterrants than the Thalmor Embassy. Though, not many wards. It was as though Varis *Wanted* Someone to try and enter, or peek inside - only for their fingers to shred apart and eyes to melt. 

Whatever the case, the door was sealed, and no sound escaped its four walls.