John
*During the entire episode of the trance that Unirala's blood had bestowed onto him, the former Stormcloak would find himself brought to a deathly stillness as the visions came unto his mind's eye and overtook his physical vision. Not even a breath could be heard from him, as his mind and soul were enraptured to another world of specters and premonition, and of wisdoms revealed to his mind. In the real world of things, Halvar's trance might have only been a moment or a few, or longer than that, but to Halvar there was no perception of time. One second felt like a minute, and one minute felt like an hour, or vice versa, but Halvar perceived nothing but the clever skill Unirala was unvieling to him.* 

*Halvar would only be brought back to reality when the sharp and foul taste of the blood finally stung his mouth, bringing him to the here and now as he doubled over to cough and wretch, suppressing a verbal comment to further underscore his disgust lest he offend the old kindly ancient. A small part of Halvar was glad that the foul blood was eventually able to bring him back to the fore, for he was beginning to fear if he was locked into some kind of hallucination loop as part of a trap.* 

*Halvar looked back up to see the old lady giving him her departing words, but the only thing Halvar could do in return was nod and bow before standing once more, and departing from the chamber as quietly as he came in. Likewise, he pulled his cloak and mask back over his head, as he exited the temple of the old gods to look over the distance of the town once more. He did not dwell on what happened back in the temple for long, his mind immediately racing back to his plans.*

*With the issue of the Dawnguard resolved, there was now one more element to this town's occupation to be concered about - what was the Imperial presence in this town? He needed to know how involved the Imperials are in the local affairs, and then, perhaps, he could start looking into some of the issues with the town itself. Never let a crisis go to waste, after all.*
Ayesha
The Imperial Presence within the town was felt. The banners of the Empire were present outside governmental and legislative buildings, as well as a few homes, but the Haafingar Banner was the most prevelant. This town had been one of the first to send soldiers to the warfront during the Civil War, and it showed in their continued allegiance. Under the Empire, the town was not persecuted for its mystical practices, and for that there seemed to be an air of comfort toward the Empire. 

The leading Imperial representative was a man named Marcus Ghterus, an imposing man of six feet and seven inches, decked head to toe in legionnaire armor. He walked through the streets, acting as a secondary guard, and served on the Jarl's court as her connection to Solitude and the Imperial City. 

Though, as night began to fall and the sky began awash with orange and reds, the Imperial began to make his way back to the Jarl's Longhouse. As he walked through the streets, he seemed well liked by the businesses and market stalls, but there was certainly an element of distaste in some of the citizens' faces as he went by. Perhaps a general disapproval of authority, or perhaps he was quick to crack down on suspected illegal practices? 

Whatever the case, Halvar could choose to follow him, or return to the tavern he had last seen the Dunmer. If she had managed to find anything, let alone survive out in those swamps, she would likely be back by now.
John
*Halvar had already long forgotten about the Dunmer girl that decided to make herself an uninvited guest to his business, now naturally having his sights locked on the Imperial government official that was strolling about town in full regalia of the Legion no less. The moment the vampire caught eye of the large Imperial from a distance, recognizing that armor, Halvar had to suppress every urge in his bones to lunge out and shred that damn dog to pieces. No, that would not do, at least not this night.* 

*For now, was not the time to be a warrior, but a vampire. With the evening sky settling in, Halvar felt more at ease to lower his mask but not his hood. Remembering the lesson taught to him by Unirala, Halvar channeled a facsimile of human warmth within himself to allow a small amount of color to tinge his exposed face and reduce the yellowness of his eyes. Then, taking a breath, he proceeded. Silently, quickly, like a shadow creeping through the walls, he gained ground behind the official and examined his routine for the closing day. His black soul languished when he witnessed a denizen of Morthal having to grovel and explain themselves to the Imperial for whatever reason, and he delighted when he caught glimpses of one's resentment for that same official. Yes, he made sure to remember the faces that were crossed with irritation or anger when addressing the Imperial.* 

*Blending in with whatever was around him, Halvar would keep a healthy distance from the Imperial to make sure that neither he nor anyone around him would suspect he was being followed. After all, he wasn't that hard to miss regardless.* 

*When Marcus neared the Jarl's Longhouse, Halvar wondered if a simple disguise was enough to gain entry, or if the Jarl's hall was a place of restricted access.*
Ayesha
As the Imperial walked past the threshold of the Longhouse, he nodded to the guard stationed out front, as he bid the man a good night, gaining one back, before stepping past the threshold and closing the double door threshold behind him.
Daniel
A familiar guard's face would be stationed outside the Longhouse, dutifully watching the people in the town as they walked by and nodding to friends of his as they went to the taverns or home from a long day of work. 

The Longhouse seemed open to the public, but only for a time. As the sun went down over the horizon, the guards were preparing to seal the doors of the Longhouse and forbid any further entry. As for whether or not Halvar could make it inside, an unfamiliar face enterring a Jarl's Longhouse would invite speculation and suspicion, prompting a quick inquiry into who he was and what he wanted inside the Longhouse.