Mitchell
As Salen mentionted that he did not wish for something so totalic, an evident look of feigned surprise formed on the Dunmer's face. At first, Varis only had to remind himself of the weakness of other peoples, and how unwilling they were to slaughter their competitors. It truly was a constant miasma of inefficiency throughout the lives of these people. 

Though, as the Altmer rationalized it, Varis was forced to conform his thinking to the foreign organization. He had to give it to Salen, the man was politically savvy and strategic, despite having not climbed until now. The man had been learning, but had not been... Successful, until now. Or perhaps, Varis was the first person who offered him something better than his derelict position, as it were. 

Varis listened, as he placed a hand close to his whiskers, and fumbled with the hair as he pondered. "Hm. A Void in his memory of you would be quite awkward, when the paper trail begins, no? What if I was to ensure that he had a more positive light of you? I could have him see you with a newfound perspective, seeing how useful you are, despite your position, and how deserving you are, after years of faithful and loyal service." Varis almost commented on the irony of the situation, of that path, but figured Salen would beat himself up for it, as he had in previous encounters, and how he hesitated prior, with the documents. "I would suggest making him develop lust for you, but, something tells me you lack the experience and know-how to twist an elder's mind in such seductive ways." Varis teased Salen, evident from his mischievous grin beneath his mustache, and continued.

"Either way, he stays employed. All I will need is some of your organic signature, like a blood sample, some hair, that stuff. Upstairs, in my room, I'll be able to develop whatever you require from there."
Taylor
Salen could barely mask the look of horror when Varis suggested seducing his senior officer. The mental image was scarring, even though he could tell the Dunmer was teasing him. He had considered it once before, decades ago. Salen however, had little to no luck with anyone in the Thalmor. To them he was barely above human, and humans, well, those were off limits unless you were a degenerate. None of this was something he would admit to even his closest friend. So he stayed silent, biting the inside of his cheek with his molars. Waiting for the discomfort of the moment to pass. 

Salen grumbled a bit. "A charm, a curse. Just anything to get him to be silent while I gain rank. I will leave that up to you... You've developed quite the reputation as an enchanter in this city. So I trust in your abilities. " Salen spoke his words as if they pained him. His veneer of professionalism obviously not held up when out of uniform. 

Salen nodded as Varis requested for a part of his body. He moved a hand to his belt, pulling out a short dagger. It was ornate, and obviously elven. Salen raised it up to his head and cut off a couple of small clumps of raven black hair. Re-sheathing his blade he set the hairs down on a tavern napkin. Salen slid the hair towards Varis. "Here, I trust you to use it for its intended purpose. Wizard."
Mitchell
The Wizard could practically smell Salem's discomfort, and only allowed himself that mischievous grin that incited it initially. He raised his eyebrows as Salen established that the choice was up to Varis, and the Telvanni nodded. 

Then, he cut off a clump of hair and presented it to the wizard, who showed a face of mild discomfort before he reached into his satchel, plucked out a vial, and gently utilized a telekinesis spell to place the hair into the vial, and sealed it with a cork cap. 

Once done, he nodded with satisfaction and put the vial away, looked to Salen, and said, "Of course. I pride myself on being a businessman. Better to make honest deals, even in dark corners."

Varis leaned back, relaxed his shoulders, and said, "Care to eat before you go? I've managed to import quite the selection, since coming here."
Taylor
Salen thought on it for a bit. He didn't want to stay in the tavern, he had only a few more hours of peace before his absence would be noticed. He wanted to go to his usual haunt, drink the swill they had on tap, perhaps find an adventurer with low enough standards. But, he would be lying if he didn't want something nice to eat. The food within the embassy was fine, but it was for sustenance only. The Thalmor wanted to prevent it's soldiers from becoming too comfortable when away from the Dominion. Food at the embassy was nutritious, fresh, but uninspired. Salen had little regard for those outside his own culture, but he did come to enjoy the food. 

"Imported? My, you've become rather comfortable in this city haven't you." Salen's expression finally rested at its neural position. His eye meeting Varis' once more. Salen then moved his gaze over the hall, his nose picking up on the scents from the kitchen of the tavern. It was far nicer than the seedy spot he would frequent, the food here smelled of imported spices and not just fatty grilled meat. 

"What do you have? "
Mitchell
The Wizard watched Salen. The pondering, the seeking eyes, the judgment behind glazed eyes, it was all rather fascinating to observe. Varis said nothing, as he had no desire to force his temptations upon the man nay further than he already had. Though, at the comment of comfort, Varis only shrugged with a smile. It was a simple thing; where you are, it better be under your control. At some point in time. 

Though, in the end, he asked what the tavern had to offer, pointing it toward Varis. The Sorcerer only grinned, and said, "Well, the salmon here is all well and good, but, I've had a few Dreugh imported. A delicious mud-crab taste, with a far less, *Muddy* Texture. Falls out the shell the moment you pick it up. A delicacy among my people, converted for the Nordic taste. With, some extra seasoning and spice, as per my request. A favorite expense, these days."

"Aside from this, they've devised all manner of dishes, from delightful grilled, but messy, sandwiches, to lavish meals with plenty of garnish and sides. I take it your tastes are rather, *Utilitarian*, being a soldier? Care for some fresh fruits and crunching vegetables? If you partake in mushrooms, I've grown plenty of edible kinds, all meant to enhance any dish, or remain standalone."

Varis glanced his eyes across the dining area, toward a server, and with a single lock of his eyes, the man server knew to come. 

In the mean time, Varis looked back to Salen, and raised his eyebrows, wondering what he would like. "You can ask for *Almost* Anything. If nothing comes to mind, a menu is on its way."
Taylor
"Dreugh? Those abysmal creatures... I wasn't aware those things could be considered 'good eating'. I hear this inn has good roast pheasant, with a grape glaze. But if you are offering fresh fruit, specifically imported fresh fruit, I would like that as well. It has been too long, the winters here leave little to select." 

Salen thought of his time stationed here, the fruit was good during the late summer months. But it never lasted long. It was an issue that all the elves in the Embassy mutually agonized over. Alinor and her shores were fertile, and bountiful. The fruit orchards would produce well into the winter, with shipments from the southmost islands filling the markets with oranges, berries and Persimmons. Skyrim, however, only offered snowberries during the cold months, a bitter and tart fruit that needed to be cooked low and slow with honey in order to be palatable. The effort was not worth it, so winter was a time for pickled and dried fruit. 

"The god's only know how men persist in this land. This place is abysmal." Salen mutters to himself dryly. He leans back, settling into his chair much more.
Mitchell
The Wizard chuckled, "I wish I could say it was for each other's company. Though, they love to boast about their women, all while fantasizing about lizards." Varis shrugged as he glanced toward the server that had come over, and set down a menu for Salen. "Canis root tea. Have Khules make it."

A nod came from the server man, and then his head turned to Salen. After acquiring the drink, he would nod and rush away, leaving Salen to look over the menu. "As for Dreugh, its a tough meat to cook, but utterly delightful. Especially when made in, whatever way these Nords do it. They love their dairy, and drench the beast in butter. Quite savory, too fatty. As for fruit, I can't agree more. The vineyards of Cyrodiil are famous, but the plantations of succulants in Port Telvannis," He paused as he closed his eyes and remembered them. "I could not live without them."

He opened his eyes and glanced about the tavern. "Hence why I refused to live without them." A nod, before he looked to Salen. "You know, with that deed I'm offering to give you, you could develop a small greenhouse in the apartment. Have some botanist manage it, acquire enchantments and services from me, and you could provide luxury fruits to the people of Skyrim. Or, at the very least, keep yourself delighted?"
Taylor
Salen looks over the menu of the tavern. His eye focusing on the grilled poultry section. It was there, the famous portion of roast pheasant, drenched in a decadent wine and jelly sauce. He could feel his cheeks beginning to salivate. 

"Hm, a greenhouse? Interesting. But peddling fruit to the masses seems a waste. Nor do I crave Alinor persimmons that badly." Salen set the menu down on the table. He folded his arms over his chest and stared at Varis. "If I were to make use of it, I would rather grow alchemical ingredients. Those specifically from Cyrodiil or Black Marsh. I've found that foreign herbs from the east most parts of the empire, and Argonia are the most potent. The most, in demand. But I'm sure you already know that. " 

Salen tilted his head as he gave Varis another once over. "How much of this city have you sunk your teeth into? Your name doesn't appear very often amongst the paperwork of the Embassy. For one as ... Popular amongst the humans, particularly the nobility, you keep a clean slate. I dread to ask how many bodies you've left in your wake during your little climb to relevancy."