Byron
*He was sitting on his throne again. He was commending a few citizens which had been helpful in the overall investigation. Yngvar was now at the Jarl's side, clad in dwemer armor. He was a dog without a master, so he found a new one. The Thalmor remained, they had come to an agreement, because Dumac didn't much care for religion at all.*
Justin
He waits for the citizens to file out and approaches the throne, giving a shifty glare to the Thalmor within the Keep, "So what're the Thalmor still doing here?" He asks with a slightly annoyed tone
Byron
"It's not my choice. I don't wish to sever imperial ties... Yet. I have a long term plan. One which I can't disclose."

*He went from his serious tone to something more lighthearted. He clapped his hands.*

"Ah, but you! You should be Celebrated! I'd make you thane if it wouldn't interfere with your work in riften."

*He took a bag from the side of the throne. A large, heavy bag.*

"1300... It should be adequate for your services, including what Byleth gave you."
Justin
"Well there go my complaints." He says lifting the bag, "Talos, that's heavy." He grumbles, "The people I hired will stay for a week, then they'll be on their way, that'll give me enough time to retrain the current group of guards."
Byron
*He smiled.*

"Good... Good. The barracks are down... Near the Excavation. Achel is there... In case you need backup. They might be a bit testy..."
Justin
"My blade is meant for taking heads. If they try me they will taste it." He says, a serious tone, "Crime families ruin everything."
Byron
"You have an issue with your own down there. A pity... It could be a great city, riften."

*He motioned for him to leave.*

"I wish you luck."
Justin
"When I take Maven's head... Perhaps it can see a better tomorrow. Me and another Guard Captain have a plan, but it'll take time. For now I might as well save your city." He says with a laugh, making his way to the barracks
Celia
*Down from the depths... A floral smoke billowed up. Probably not safe being so poorly ventilated. He was stood outside a brass door, waiting on regulus.*
Justin
He coughs as he heads down, "Smokey down here, did someone set the barracks on fire?" He quips, "I'm guessing you're Achel?"
Celia
"Yeah... Yeah... I met that little altmer you sent in the inn... Annoying prick... Guess that was the point though."

*He took the cigarette out of his mouth.*

"They haven't taken their paychecks getting cut very well it seems."
Justin
"If they try anything they'll wish it was just their paychecks." He says, "Anything I should know about before going in?" He asks, "I don't want any surprises."
Celia
"They're probably drunk. Definitely."

*He opened the door to a raucous room of drunken guards. Drowning sorrows. Achel stormed in.*

**"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"**

*The room went dead silent.*

"This will be your new captain for the week."