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Adario leaned in close to Danacia and Edwin, then said, just loud enough for the party members to hear, but not loud enough for the steward,"Guys...it's me. Adario, the Orc/Dremora guy you saw earlier, I'm in a disguise via illusion magic. However it wont last long...probably a day at the most will be the duration of this spell. But if the Jarl asks who I am, let me do the talking, okay?" Selia was perplexed by this statement. She could not understand the concept of lying. Or not allowing someone to speak. Selia launched into a fit of questions, all of which were whispered; "Why? How come you don't just tell the Jarl? Why didn't you tell us your name last night? Why are you an Argonian instead of a Bosmer? Why won't the spell last forever? How come I can't talk to the Jarl? How is it you are half Dremora? How come you won't answer me? How come? Why? C'mon answer me!"
Danacia let out an exasperated sigh towards Selia. Then, she stepped forward politely with a smile on her face, and looked her in the eyes showing nothing but kindness. She didn't know how to react towards the girl, so she sought kindness as her only ally. "He'll answer your questions later. Jarl Korir has finally sat in his throne, and I want to hear what he has to say. So if you could please be quiet I know that the rest of us would appreciate it. Thank you." She then stepped back next to Edwin, biting her lip, and playfully nudging his shoulder with a wink.
Danacia looked over to Adario, not wanting to interrupt the focus on the Jarl so that all would get the anticipated questions answered as they so desperately traveled here for. But to acknowledge him, she nodded and gave him a wink. She wasn't going to blow his cover, and if it meant standing between her and the redguard she'd make sure it didn't happen. As far as Danacia saw it, she liked all the people she was with, even the spastic little Redguard woman. She'd be a handful, and unpredictable, but she felt like she could see use out of her. Besides, she seemed to be interested in the vampire, who so greatly made the wolven hairs on Danacia's spirit wolf stand up; but Danacia wasn't one to judge others even if they were her mortal enemies such as circe. She looked over to Circe and she eyed her up and down, quickly, then turned back to the Jarl as he stood up from his throne.
"I am Jarl Korir, as you very well know, and I have requested the best of the best adventurers in Skyrim to undergo several weeks of exploration through a newly discovered, but ancient dwemer museum; which my scholars have depicted is exstensively long and dangerous. For the risk of your lives, not knowing what you will be facing and all the like, I will be providing each of you with horses, food, and all the weapons and supplies you would need. This expedition is funded by a wealth of gold at your fingertips, and backed up by all of the other holds in Skyrim, as well as the College of Winterhold. It is considered vitally important to our understanding of dwemer knowledge. I am in need of a leader, a healer, several combat specialists, and most of all brave men and women who can look danger straight in the eye. The positions are endless for this expedition, but of course limited at the same time. I am looking for "a cut above the rest" adventurers who won't get cold feet when they approach the ruins. We need to know what is down there, and if I provide the tools to make you brave men and women ready, I expect answers. You're not only going to be down there exploring, you will also be creating a map and clearing out any and all dangers so that my scholars, and other scholars in Skyrim, will be able to voyage through in peace spending weeks as you so have turning this ancient ruin into a foundation to advance our knowledge. Each one of you I will interview at a time. My steward should already have your names as you came in..." He then stopped speaking looking over to the steward, and then she nodded respectfully bringing he parchment up to him. After so, she bowed, and then he stood in silence looking over the long list. He looked as though he didn't figure a Winterhold expedition would attract so many looking for work and willing to risk their lives. Shaking his head he continued, "...The first on this list is Danacia. Step forward."
Danacia looked to Edwin briefly, and then she swallowed as she stepped away from the wall, tightening the grip on her pack over her shoulder. She came before the Jarl, and she bowed respectfully as he nodded and dismissed her act of courtesy. The Jarl crossed his arms, looking her over up and down. A small sparkle tinged his eyes over her form, even if covered in heavy armor, and then he met her alluring lime green eyes. He gave an air as though he wasn't depressed, which she assumed no doubt would happen, and then he spoke. "What makes you, a Nord woman from Whiterun, want to risk your life for this expedition? My steward informs me you have a respected family in Skyrim. Leilani is one of my own Thanes, actually."
His voice seemed unimpressed, and yet at the same time he mentioned that Leilani was one of his own Thanes as though he was interested in learning more about Danacia. She smiled on the inside, trying to think of the noblest thing she could say to sway the Jarl towards making her leader. She didn't feel like she was just suited for the job; she knew she was. Danacia was an honest individual, for the most part, so she decided to just go with what she felt. Having let silence wrap for a few seconds, and peering eyeballs stabbing her in the back, she spoke out. "I come here just like everyone else, My Jarl, to find honest work and gold. For I know of my skill, and I know no matter how many weeks you, or your scholars, predict we will be down there, that I will be fine and come out alive. I am confident in my sword arm, and I have experience to back it up. I may not have the glorified public reputation as my sister Leilani, but that's because I prefer more of the simple life. Perhaps, my Jarl, if you would give me the chance to let my actions speak for me, then you would see exactly what I see in myself." She then bowed once more, to show that she was only trying to approach him with confidence and not arrogance. The others around her began to whisper ear to ear, turning faces, as she said what she had said. Danacia held her gaze with Jarl Korir strong, and she didn't budge, whether it would mean she'd be ridiculed by him for speaking up or not. It was what he asked for, after all. And she assumed he'd be able to take the responsibility of hearing a strong minded and passionate individual speak.
The Jarl had been sitting down by now, of course, and had done so the moment Danacia stood up. The steward had came to his side and was holding the list of adventurers he had to interview. He continued to look Danacia up and down. Every continued to watch his movements lingering on his every word. "Your sister killed a Dragon in my town. She sunk a sword straight through it's skull. Not only that, she has helped several of my people. While Winterhold has...much to be said for, of course, why should I trust leadership of such an important expedition that could possibly bring more people and a great chance to reconstruct the ruins of my city to you? Yes, if you were Leilani, I would say yes at the drop of a hatch. But you are not, however you are right, actions do speak louder than words for I know there is not much else you can say..." He trailed off in his words still looking her over then continues "...Leilani has never failed me. I am entrusting that you should not do the same as my leader. Now on to the next adventurer..." The Jarl looks past Danacia as he waves his hands and nods her off and the steward calls out for Edwin. All eyes rest upon him.
Danacia bows, and then before a chance to thank him, she gets waved off with a look on the Jarl's face as though he was more concerned with getting through the extensive list he had in front of him. She would make sure that at some point she would thank him extensively. Danacia couldn't help but smile as she passed Edwin by, exchanging glances, as he approached the Jarl and she went back to their standing post. She was grinning mad from ear to ear. It was now finally set in stone, and she got exactly what she came here for.
Danacia let out an exasperated sigh towards Selia. Then, she stepped forward politely with a smile on her face, and looked her in the eyes showing nothing but kindness. She didn't know how to react towards the girl, so she sought kindness as her only ally. "He'll answer your questions later. Jarl Korir has finally sat in his throne, and I want to hear what he has to say. So if you could please be quiet I know that the rest of us would appreciate it. Thank you." She then stepped back next to Edwin, biting her lip, and playfully nudging his shoulder with a wink.
Danacia looked over to Adario, not wanting to interrupt the focus on the Jarl so that all would get the anticipated questions answered as they so desperately traveled here for. But to acknowledge him, she nodded and gave him a wink. She wasn't going to blow his cover, and if it meant standing between her and the redguard she'd make sure it didn't happen. As far as Danacia saw it, she liked all the people she was with, even the spastic little Redguard woman. She'd be a handful, and unpredictable, but she felt like she could see use out of her. Besides, she seemed to be interested in the vampire, who so greatly made the wolven hairs on Danacia's spirit wolf stand up; but Danacia wasn't one to judge others even if they were her mortal enemies such as circe. She looked over to Circe and she eyed her up and down, quickly, then turned back to the Jarl as he stood up from his throne.
"I am Jarl Korir, as you very well know, and I have requested the best of the best adventurers in Skyrim to undergo several weeks of exploration through a newly discovered, but ancient dwemer museum; which my scholars have depicted is exstensively long and dangerous. For the risk of your lives, not knowing what you will be facing and all the like, I will be providing each of you with horses, food, and all the weapons and supplies you would need. This expedition is funded by a wealth of gold at your fingertips, and backed up by all of the other holds in Skyrim, as well as the College of Winterhold. It is considered vitally important to our understanding of dwemer knowledge. I am in need of a leader, a healer, several combat specialists, and most of all brave men and women who can look danger straight in the eye. The positions are endless for this expedition, but of course limited at the same time. I am looking for "a cut above the rest" adventurers who won't get cold feet when they approach the ruins. We need to know what is down there, and if I provide the tools to make you brave men and women ready, I expect answers. You're not only going to be down there exploring, you will also be creating a map and clearing out any and all dangers so that my scholars, and other scholars in Skyrim, will be able to voyage through in peace spending weeks as you so have turning this ancient ruin into a foundation to advance our knowledge. Each one of you I will interview at a time. My steward should already have your names as you came in..." He then stopped speaking looking over to the steward, and then she nodded respectfully bringing he parchment up to him. After so, she bowed, and then he stood in silence looking over the long list. He looked as though he didn't figure a Winterhold expedition would attract so many looking for work and willing to risk their lives. Shaking his head he continued, "...The first on this list is Danacia. Step forward."
Danacia looked to Edwin briefly, and then she swallowed as she stepped away from the wall, tightening the grip on her pack over her shoulder. She came before the Jarl, and she bowed respectfully as he nodded and dismissed her act of courtesy. The Jarl crossed his arms, looking her over up and down. A small sparkle tinged his eyes over her form, even if covered in heavy armor, and then he met her alluring lime green eyes. He gave an air as though he wasn't depressed, which she assumed no doubt would happen, and then he spoke. "What makes you, a Nord woman from Whiterun, want to risk your life for this expedition? My steward informs me you have a respected family in Skyrim. Leilani is one of my own Thanes, actually."
His voice seemed unimpressed, and yet at the same time he mentioned that Leilani was one of his own Thanes as though he was interested in learning more about Danacia. She smiled on the inside, trying to think of the noblest thing she could say to sway the Jarl towards making her leader. She didn't feel like she was just suited for the job; she knew she was. Danacia was an honest individual, for the most part, so she decided to just go with what she felt. Having let silence wrap for a few seconds, and peering eyeballs stabbing her in the back, she spoke out. "I come here just like everyone else, My Jarl, to find honest work and gold. For I know of my skill, and I know no matter how many weeks you, or your scholars, predict we will be down there, that I will be fine and come out alive. I am confident in my sword arm, and I have experience to back it up. I may not have the glorified public reputation as my sister Leilani, but that's because I prefer more of the simple life. Perhaps, my Jarl, if you would give me the chance to let my actions speak for me, then you would see exactly what I see in myself." She then bowed once more, to show that she was only trying to approach him with confidence and not arrogance. The others around her began to whisper ear to ear, turning faces, as she said what she had said. Danacia held her gaze with Jarl Korir strong, and she didn't budge, whether it would mean she'd be ridiculed by him for speaking up or not. It was what he asked for, after all. And she assumed he'd be able to take the responsibility of hearing a strong minded and passionate individual speak.
The Jarl had been sitting down by now, of course, and had done so the moment Danacia stood up. The steward had came to his side and was holding the list of adventurers he had to interview. He continued to look Danacia up and down. Every continued to watch his movements lingering on his every word. "Your sister killed a Dragon in my town. She sunk a sword straight through it's skull. Not only that, she has helped several of my people. While Winterhold has...much to be said for, of course, why should I trust leadership of such an important expedition that could possibly bring more people and a great chance to reconstruct the ruins of my city to you? Yes, if you were Leilani, I would say yes at the drop of a hatch. But you are not, however you are right, actions do speak louder than words for I know there is not much else you can say..." He trailed off in his words still looking her over then continues "...Leilani has never failed me. I am entrusting that you should not do the same as my leader. Now on to the next adventurer..." The Jarl looks past Danacia as he waves his hands and nods her off and the steward calls out for Edwin. All eyes rest upon him.
Danacia bows, and then before a chance to thank him, she gets waved off with a look on the Jarl's face as though he was more concerned with getting through the extensive list he had in front of him. She would make sure that at some point she would thank him extensively. Danacia couldn't help but smile as she passed Edwin by, exchanging glances, as he approached the Jarl and she went back to their standing post. She was grinning mad from ear to ear. It was now finally set in stone, and she got exactly what she came here for.