Patricia
*The wellspring is one of the highest structures in the city. Constructed from a ruined tower, it was placed at the very top near a small spring in the mountains, borderline outside the walls. It's a long trek, but it's peaceful, with a Cherry Blossom tree just above a small pond with a few tables for guests who never visit.

Inside, is a small but effective study. A Dwemer Collossus based contraption sits disassembled under a stairwell, with chairs, tables, and other various dwemer machines. Up the stairs is a sleeping quarters, with a desk, bookshelves, and a small terrarium containing Dragon-Frogs. Above the stairs, bathing the room in light, is a Tribunal Stained-Glass window.*
Elvira
As he makes his way up to the building he curses under his breath, "Why's it gotta be so high up." He knocks on the door, "Telvanni and their towers." He says to himself
Rebecca
*The Door-Daedra as he had begun to call the Watchling, entered. It was a pretty nice job for a Daedra, though.*

"Oh... You don't seem like one of the usuals... Did the Jarl send you?"

*Inside was an excessively loud metallic banging.*
Elvira
"Yep, I'm from out of town, here as per Jarl Dumac's request." He says, "I'm guessing that banging would be Byleth?"
Rebecca
"Yeah... Yeah he does that a lot. The tower is out of the way for a reason... He likes his peace... The locals dont want to hear his... "Racket"

*The big brass doors opened. There was Byleth stood, working on the Torso of some dwemer contraption. The stomach area was entirely empty, and he was building some mechanism that would open and close to keep something inside.*
Elvira
He takes a few steps forward, holding out his hand to shake, "Captain Regulus Verus. I presume you are Byleth Telvanni, the Clockwork Apostle?" He doesn't show it but it almost *Hurts* To mention the Apostles, "So is that to keep something in or keep somethign out." He says, commenting on the mechanism
Rebecca
*As he approached, he felt a very, very old feeling. His middle finger on his brass arm was twitching. He shook his hand, looking him up and down. But this was a feeling from the Second Era. A very specific feeling. But he brushed it off.*

"Out. And a little experiment. Most apostles would find this heresy. It's... It's the same principle as the Numidium... Using Heartstones instead. Of course... I have quite a long way to go. The Jarl wants to send a message to the Forsworn with it."

*He deliberately stood with his brass half facing away from him.*
Elvira
"You're trying to... Recreate the Numidium. Fancy yourself a Dagoth?" He says with a chuckle, "Just so happens Jarl Dumac hired me to help with the forsworn issue. An outside force, one removed from this city's corruption. Shocked he sought me out, though."
Rebecca
"Seht recreated the Heart in secret. Different intentions. It'd be nowhere near as powerful, of course."

*He turned and paced.*

"He sought you out for a reason. Perhaps... Well, it was an *Ethereal* Something about you."

*It was a light jab at him, and his nature. But it didn't seem that he cared too much. He walked to the other side of the room towards a window, looking out.*
Elvira
"Yes many think I'm not of this world, due to how handsome I am. I can't fault them for it." He says with a laugh, "He sought me out because of my connections, that and because I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty."
Rebecca
*He smirked.*

"I could think of a few other reasons."

*He stared at him.*

"I know."

*Turning back, he acted as though that never happened.*

"The situation is... Anyone with money in this city is against us. The Jarl plans to Execute Madanach, the Forsworn leader... But he can't get him out of the Mine. The Silver Bloods own it."
Elvira
"Hmm," He hums thinking, "Sounds like we need to either take away the Silver-Bloods' money... Or cut them out of the equation entirely." He sighs, "Neither would be entirely easy. You'd need man power to seize their assets, or a well trained assassin to kill them."
Rebecca
"If you want man-power, plant something incriminating on one of them. They transfer their dues to the Jarl in crates. A note saying that one of them was communing with a Hagraven or something... It would rile up the people. But you could just use Illusion to get Madanach out... The people want him dead. That might spark the Silver-Bloods to do something... Drastic."

*He jabbed again.*

"Your... Kind... Quite good with illusion."
Elvira
"Could have someone arrested to kill him from inside the prison." He says, "Maybe send some coin to the rumor mill." He smirks, "I think I can call up some contacts to get man power. Solitude's not too far, could get them shipped in."
Rebecca
"No. Too... Loud. He didn't call you in to make a scene. That's not what you were *Made* To do."

*He paced back to his... Contraption. His mask was visible attached to his belt. Something about it was... A bit familiar.*