Justin
He didn't bother writing back to the Jarl. He knew that if the Jarl was contacting *Him* That the situation would be dire, and the Jarl likely wouldn't have even *Gotten* His letter, his reputation kept most Jarls from associating with him, rumors and such of his alleged, and somewhat actual, corruption.

Nevertheless he made his way into Understone Keep, getting looks from the nobles and guard all the while, as he approached the throne he bowed, "Nchuand-zel is lovely this time of year, Jarl Dumac." He says with in a humorous tone
Byron
*He recognized the sarcasm. He knew why he was using it. Between the Thalmor, Forsworn, and the Daedra Cults of the city, he had a full plate.*

"Nchuand-Zel... It's called that for a reason. Looking into the past to forget the past... In a way."

*He was seated on his throne. An interesting looking dunmer with seemingly brass prosthetics walked by, but that was an interaction for another time.*

"I'd like for us to speak privately, please."

*He stood up and began walking, using his giant mace as a cane. They would go to a sort of dining room behind the main hall.*
Justin
"A smart idea." He says, following the Jarl, "I must say you have a beautiful city. I'd gotten so used to the grime of Riften I forgot places like this could exist." Brown nosing *Just a little*, although he was being completely honest, "So. What's the task at hand."
Byron
"I'm sure you're aware of the... State of this place, and my opinions on the "Natives."

*He said that with HEAVY air quotes.*

"I dont even operate the city's prison, and most of the Guards are in the pockets of the Silver Bloods. I can only trust my personal guards, and their... Capability is limited."

*He sighed.*

"I'd like for you to temporarily stay here and root out the corrupt guards. I'm aware of your reputation... And its in the best interest of those who you may or may not be in the pockets of to loosen the Silver-Blood's grip."

*He paused.*

"Well paid of course... And with access to anyone high in the court. Byleth might be of interest... Heard what happened with the Telvanni in riften."
Justin
"Sounds like quite the issue you've got." He says, "I've heard about the Silver-Bloods, they've got deep pockets from what I've heard. And the Forsworn... *Savages*." He says with a hint of venom in his voice, "What's the degree of my impunity?" He continues, "I tend to work with some people you'd consider... Shady."
Byron
"I was born Forsworn... Well... Reachman. Dumac is just a "Thematically" Appropriate version of Dumaugh. My mother and i left after my father became one of those Briar-Heart... Monsters. I don't hate the Reachmen, as the Silver-Bloods want people to believe. I hate terrorists. Terrorists which take *Zero* Bargains."

*It sounded preachy but it was his, and most peoples belief. The Silver-Bloods just want to prolong the conflict, to keep bodies in the Mine.*

"I requested you because of your... Shadiness. That Dunmer from solitude wouldn't be willing to do the things you might. You're immune from prosecution while working for me. Any external forces... Well... Sleep with one eye open. The Stone streets are cold, and the people colder."
Justin
"I already sleep with one eye open." He says with a chuckle, "You don't piss off Maven and sleep soundly." He laughs, "I'll reach out to some of my contacts. Dig up what I can and see what I can do about your issue. Have your Apostle friend see me when he can." He sighs, as he realizes something, "Might be too far from Morrowind... Bah, I'll figure it out. There wouldn't be any Hlaalu nearby would there?"
Byron
"Only a few who come from the Vineyard in eastmarch. They deliver wine... Quiet folk though. Most of those vineyard ones are. But Byleth would be a good... "Partner" For you. Another who's a bit more capable is out right now... Not to discredit him. Head up to the Wellspring... Thats what he calls it. Stay away from the Thalmor too..."

*He sighs.*

"I don't like them here, but its apart of my agreement with the Empire. I'd like to be neutral... But thats not an option. Ulfric would be a great help with the forsworn, but many here in this city hate him."
Justin
"I doubt the Thalmor would be much help, anyways. Nor would the Empire, their the whole *Reason* Ulfric stepped in during the Markarth Incident." He laughs, "I doubt the Thalmor would pay me much mind, the fish smell makes them nauseous." He stands up, "I'll meet with the Telvanni. Then see about if I can get some of my contacts over here, I've got a few specialists in mind."
Byron
*He smirked regarding the Fish.*

"I knew you were the right one for the job. Get going, and if that Silver Blood grunt says something on the way out... Show him what for."

*He smiled, standing up, and returning to his throne.*
Justin
"Trust me, I don't take kindly to strong arming. Good way to lose one."

As he exits the room Dumac would notice a... Shimmer about him. Something generally *Off* About his appearance, like a pattern on one of the fabrics changing in the blink of an eye. Regulus would make his way to the so-called Wellspring, whatever that is