(You guys can post your responses for when we arrived whenever, I've just got to get this down while I have the time and don't have to look it up again lol)
As he stepped inside, Jagga looked back at Kyle "I've seen how you've been looking at her...but dont worry, OR harden yourself towards her...she's still the same lovely argonian she always has been, just because she's a thrall for now doesn't mean she's not herself...she still makes her own decisions and comes to her own conclusions, it's just now those conclusions tend to favor my direction. BUT if it will set your mind at ease..."
Turning to Alana he looked deep into her eyes..."you can be yourself, there's no need to impress me ok? I don't want to create any unease between you two, us getting along and working together is top priority..."
He turned away again and stepped into the house. Once everyone settled inside...Jagga resumed his story about the Interregnum...
The room was dimly lit, the light from a single flickering candle across the room near where Alana sat was the only light visible...having given careful instruction to obscure the windows in that room from the inside so that no light would be visible outside, and that everyone, if they talk, is to keep it to a whisper at most, we didn't want to take any chances on someone stumbling across us here. After turning a circle in the middle of the room, seemingly studying the walls with intent, a purple hue quickly fades from each hand and he retreats to the corner of the room, almost what you would call relaxed.
Jagga stood in the corner of the room, opposite the candle, so that the faint flicker and his burnt orange eye was all that was visible...as he whispered is seemed the walls itself repeated his words...
Seein that the science of it slightly disturbed the two of them he clarified "Acoustics...this house was designed by the brotherhood so we could communicate with each other without having to talk directly, and at the same time making it so we seem to be everywhere at once in here..."
"Does the name Utadeek Teemeeta sound familiar to you Alana? To you he was "old uncle Uta"... Well, "uncle Uta" was actually your grandfather...he distanced himself from you because he was a Shadowscale...of the old order, given to the Brotherhood because of his birth sign...the same sign YOU share with him. Although that practice has been lost to the ages in the last hundred years, you share that lineage...and his blood. He was with the Brotherhood for about 26 years...then he disappeared. That plague that liberated black marsh during the interregnum was no plague...it was a spell cast by your grandfather...I helped him perform it. Although when I first saw you I had no idea of your relation to him, the blood doesn't lie...that spell was NOT to save the argonians, it was meant to hide the presence of the Brotherhood in black marsh...the fact that it came across as a sign of divinity was...convenient...however...not everyone was blind to the truth. When THEY came for him, that was the last time I saw your grandfather for 50 years...then all of a sudden...he showed back up, would have nothing to do with us, and then died before I could speak with him through the Jel and get the truth..."
The mention of the "Jel" got both of their attentions...although not sure how much Kyle knew about it, he clearly knew the term...Alana however, was uniquely surprised...
<Argonian> Yes, that's right, I've touched the Hist tree...your grandfather taught me how to speak your language...it comes in quite handy when the opportunity arises.>
After the soft hisses and sounds like rocks lightly running together had passed, Jagga resumed in common...
"I only got a chance to see your grandfather after he died...but the blood in his veins told me everything I needed to know...The Psijic order took him because of the magical potential he possessed...and shortly after he left, the Isle of Artaeum disappeared again. Although the Psijic still have influence here...how is unknown, but they do...they have a ridiculous potential for magics not known to skyrim, your grandfather was "recruited" for that fact...and you my dear, bear the same potential he did."
Seemingly lost in thought at the subject at hand, jaggas tone changed, one of caution...even...fear? The wariness of his voice echoed through the room...an emotion that his current company had never seen from him...
"The last memories I could obtain from your grandfathers corpse was of a city...a great floating city powered by souls. One thought to have been lost to the ages and destroyed long ago...but as clear as the daylight on a tamrielan morning, that's what his last memories were...I know the ghost stories told about that city, and I know from an "acquaintance" that the city truly did exist. But if it STILL exists...that's something I neither know for sure, or hope I EVER find out..."
After a short silence the old chilling voice once again floated through the room.
"You my dear have great potential for magic and combat as well. What you do with that is up to you, just know if your willing to learn, I am also willing to help you."
