Georgina
*The guards would parade palomir through the Street before sending him straight to the mines. He would be put in a Holding area, before being undressed, searched, and put in Rags, and given a pick and a sleeping mat.*

"Don't get any ideas... No one escapes Cidnha Mine."

*It was cold, desolate. Murmurs from other miners filled the air.

"See that crazy elf?"
"I hear the Jarl and the Silver-Bloods are at each other's throat... Wonder why."
"Madanach hasn't left his cell in ages..."*
Kathyrn
He sits a moment, gathering his bearings, where everyone is, taking notice on anyone of note, where any drafts are, and where Madanach likely is. After some time he stands up, keeping the pickaxe in hand, and approaches the orc who guards Madanach's cell. "I'd like to speak with this 'King in Rags' if possible," He says, "It's of utmost importance."
Georgina
"Hrmmm. What for? Don't look like much..."

*He was tall, intimidating... Physically anyway, but would be easy for Palomir to take out.*

"Get me a Shiv. Then you can see him."

*Wouldn't be worth it... Maybe just fight him.*
Kathyrn
"What does someone as massive as you need with a *Shiv*. If you wanted you could easily rip me in half. A pickaxe would be more useful than a shiv." He sighs, then smirks, "Let me in or I'll incinerate your insides." He says in a dark tone, conjuring a dagger into his hand, a dark green cloud shrouding it
Georgina
*He moved aside. Wasn't worth it. He could tell. He muttered something about altmer as he opened the gate. The Circumstances of the meeting are a bit different here though. Madanach has no Idea that Palomir is here to topple his kingdom.*

"So... How'd you get past him? What do you want? Not one of mine..."
Kathyrn
He takes a seat in Madanach's room, "I was hoping we could have a chat, perhaps over tea? A strong king such as yourself must have access to fine teas." He says. It'd take some time for him to get a portal ready, so for now, improv
Georgina
"A chat? Hm..."

*His cell was much more lavish than one would expect. The Silver Bloods were harboring him solely so the Jarl doesn't kill him. There was tea already going.*

"The leaves of the Briarheart trees... Make something nice... Rich... Likely not what you're used to."

*He poured 2 little wooden cups.*

"So... Why visit the King in Rags, Altmer? Congratulate me? Reprimand me?"
Kathyrn
"My reasons are my own, liege." He says, "Let's just say we have overarching interests." His words twisted with magic, making his presence calming (Voice of Rapture), "So is it true you secretely control *All* Of Markarth?"
Georgina
*He had to be honest about it.*

"No... No but we want to. This is our city... We're going to take it again, and kill all those Nords... Treating us like slaves in here... Condemning our God's as savage. I have agent's everywhere... But... Things arent going so well. If Dumaugh wasn't the only Heir... We'd have our wishes..."

*He said Dumaugh... Not Dumac. Odd.*
Kathyrn
"Ah, you speak of Jarl Dumac, no?" He says, "The ruler who fancies himself the return of the Dwemer." He smiles, "So, what's your plan for taking Markarth back from the Nords?"
Georgina
"Dumac... Dumaugh... He was one of us... A Reachman. Think's hes too Civilized... Hmph. The Dwemer are gone! It's a child's obsession..."

*He frowned. The plan was... Simple.*

"Internal agents would take important strongpoints from the inside. The rest of our hordes would strike from the outside. We have the numbers for it, but it isn't the right time... And the Nords don't want that. They want us to skirmish with Dumaugh until we're both exhausted. Then they can take us both out."
Kathyrn
"So you can't do anything until the Silver-Bloods are out of the picture." He says, taking a sip of the tea, "Not much you can do while locked away here, is there."
Georgina
"No... If i hadn't had to worry about Dumaugh as well I could have a chance. If I could escape, then the streets would run red... Everyone living on OUR land will die... Rightfully."
Kathyrn
"Well isn't it nice you met me." Now's his chance, "It's quite simple, "I'll open a portal for you, and you step through. It's a safe house I have here in Markarth, comfortable lodgings, in my opinion. My only condition is that when your people do fill the streets with crimson that I be left alone. You'll find I'm quite the powerful ally."
Georgina
*He raised an eyebrow.*

"I shouldn't trust you, but you aren't the usual sort who come to me. Probably arrested just for this... I'm sure you have your own interests."

*He stood.*

"I'll take it... Tired of the Nords standing on my neck... It's now or never."
Kathyrn
"A wise choice. I'll follow you shortly after you go through, I want to get my things back from those damn corrupt guards." He says. He hasn't heard an explosion so it seems the guards haven't touched his ledger. He opens the portal, leading to a well lit home within the walls of Markarth, there's some cobwebs around, but other than that it's well stocked with food and everything, "After you, my liege."
Georgina
*He went through... Into that house... Where an unexpected surprise was awaiting him. But that could wait... Everything Palomir had was in a room containing new prisoners items. The old ones had been sold or taken by the guards already. The Orc outside the cell wasn't there, he was across the main chamber. The room was guarded by a single guard, the others were supervising the Miners.*
Kathyrn
The only thing he was after was his ledger, everything else important was back in the Ventral Wellspring. He walks back to the main cell door, "Excuse me, guard, could I have my journal, it's quite important to me, and vital that nobody can read it but me. Could you please bring it to me without reading it? I would be most grateful."