Kouen Ren, Conqueror of Dungeons

Following behind Anatasia, Kouen lets out a sigh.

"Once again, I'm sorry for not mentioning them sooner. I'll give you a run down before we get there so you can judge how the crowd might react. Their name is simple, we refer to them as Dungeons. They can appear anywhere, at any time, and unless it's a special type remains until it's cleared. If someone enters, there's only one way to leave it alive - clear it."

Holding up Phenex's medallion, as well as the sword it was attached to, he continues on.

"Upon clearing, you will meet with an entity called Djinn, and they will judge you to see if you are worthy of their power. If you are, you will receive a metal vessel - like my sword and medallion here - in which the Djinn will live in. However, in order to be accepted one must possess a certain amount of Magoi. This is fundamentally incompatible with your people at the moment in the event they do manage to clear it, not to mention the chaos with your magic being in the state it is making clearing it almost impossible. So from what I know of them, having cleared three myself, and of your situation, I can pretty much promise anyone who enters one by mistake or intention, will die."

Reattaching the sword at his hip, Kouen looks to Anatasia as they continue on.

Kouen raises his hand, shaking his head at Runir.

"You need not thank me. I could scarcely call myself a ruler if I ignored the request of someone who travelled so far to try and get some aid for not just her family, but her homeland as a whole. I may be cold hearted, but not heartless."

Sitting properly in his seat once again after the wave of discontent from the elves, he clears his throat and uses his cane to point to the map.

"Now, the reason I've asked all of you people here. While I understand that given their remarks they likely have no fans among the people currently gathered, please relay it to those who left at some point."

"I need not tell you all what this is a map of, but I need to explain why I'm using it. If you and yours have some other thing you refer to when you say the name, please keep in mind it's not what I mean when I say it. We are here today to warn you all of Dungeons."

Kouen taps his cane in a few places on the map, ever so lightly causing the map to singe to leave a mark. Leaving 12 marks in all, he quickly taps a few of the cities. One in the far south east of the country, One in the center, another to the south west of that one, one in the north east of the country but not the northmost one, and finally the city he was currently in, Solitude.

"Everywhere I've tapped just now is a location prime for a Dungeon to appear in. I can't explain to you exactly what goes into making a Dungeon appear, as we have no idea ourselves. If I had to give a comparison, it's like how you guys likely have no real idea about what made your Daedric. Bonus is that, given what I've heard of them, I'd call them equally lethal making it a good comparison."

Retrieving his cane, and starting to walk around the room, Kouen once again unlashes his sword from his hip. Honestly considering just leaving it unlashed for now as he turns it around in his grip.

"Dungeons are dangerous places. When you enter one, there's only really two things that will happen; you survive, or you die. Now I'm sure you are thinking 'well, that's obvious' but what I mean is that you cannot leave a Dungeon after you have entered it. So you either survive till the end, or die trying. There is no try again. That being said, they are not impossible."

Setting the sword down on the table, having gone half way around it, he walks in between two chairs giving a quick glance to the people on either side.

"I myself have cleared three. I know of a man who's cleared... I believe his last announced number was seven. However, we are both unusual. For most, it's a miracle to be able to clear a second one. Everyone who clears one gets proof, called Metal Vessels, per clear. So I have three, that man has seven, you get the idea. Me having three likely makes you think 'oh, it can't be that bad'. Every conquering was life or death, and that's with me getting an easier time as I went. They. Are. Lethal. The sword, the ornament, and this spaulder on my right arm are my proofs."

Returning to his seat, he places the sword down in front of him on the table.

Kouen puts his head in his hands, letting out a very long sigh. He shudders at the thought of having to contend with Sinbad about this, but with a lot of luck and some wit he might be able to avoid it entirely. That is, if the unpredictable calamity doesn't decide he needs to explore the world or something.

"We have some Magoi - our form and source of magic, for reference - users out helping right now, so while it's not medicine or immediate repairs we'll be able to properly assist with that before long. Knowing what's needed in those areas is best gained from the general populace. As for what we will look for in return..."

Facing back towards the map, Kouen thought about making up a sort of believable lie. Their money, control of their governments, their likely now dying wildlife, but each one is a obviously bad deal for Kou for different reasons. This means there's really only one way forward.

"I don't know. For our immediate help, I've already gained a bunch of information from Alice, and I'm sure as a ruler - in name or not - you also aren't blind to the fact that those I have out helping will bring me more information that they were told. What I've gained has more than paid for what's coming to you as fast as we can get it out. But I lack knowledge of sustainable industries you have, and I'm sure you can't answer ones that might not need to go through radical shifts at the moment due to a fundamental change in environment. I could ask for currency, but aside from hoping it's made out of similar precious metals to ours it has no value to us, and your economy is about to fold in on itself anyways. My affairs in Kou at the moment are just barely in hand as well, so even if I asked for the absurd idea of effectively becoming a figure above Alice, or you two, or whoever, I simply wouldn't be able to manage it at the time. Nor would I ask that in particular; I have no interest in fighting your entire dragon population."

Spreading his cane out across the map, looking at the places he singed earlier, he gets an idea for the interim while they are still adjusting.

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Following behind Anatasia, Kouen lets out a sigh.

"Once again, I'm sorry for not mentioning them sooner. I'll give you a run down before we get there so you can judge how the crowd might react. Their name is simple, we refer to them as Dungeons. They can appear anywhere, at any time, and unless it's a special type remains until it's cleared. If someone enters, there's only one way to leave it alive - clear it."

Holding up Phenex's medallion, as well as the sword it was attached to, he continues on.

"Upon clearing, you will meet with an entity called Djinn, and they will judge you to see if you are worthy of their power. If you are, you will receive a metal vessel - like my sword and medallion here - in which the Djinn will live in. However, in order to be accepted one must possess a certain amount of Magoi. This is fundamentally incompatible with your people at the moment in the event they do manage to clear it, not to mention the chaos with your magic being in the state it is making clearing it almost impossible. So from what I know of them, having cleared three myself, and of your situation, I can pretty much promise anyone who enters one by mistake or intention, will die."

Reattaching the sword at his hip, Kouen looks to Anatasia as they continue on.

Kouen raises his hand, shaking his head at Runir.

"You need not thank me. I could scarcely call myself a ruler if I ignored the request of someone who travelled so far to try and get some aid for not just her family, but her homeland as a whole. I may be cold hearted, but not heartless."

Sitting properly in his seat once again after the wave of discontent from the elves, he clears his throat and uses his cane to point to the map.

"Now, the reason I've asked all of you people here. While I understand that given their remarks they likely have no fans among the people currently gathered, please relay it to those who left at some point."

"I need not tell you all what this is a map of, but I need to explain why I'm using it. If you and yours have some other thing you refer to when you say the name, please keep in mind it's not what I mean when I say it. We are here today to warn you all of Dungeons."

Kouen taps his cane in a few places on the map, ever so lightly causing the map to singe to leave a mark. Leaving 12 marks in all, he quickly taps a few of the cities. One in the far south east of the country, One in the center, another to the south west of that one, one in the north east of the country but not the northmost one, and finally the city he was currently in, Solitude.

"Everywhere I've tapped just now is a location prime for a Dungeon to appear in. I can't explain to you exactly what goes into making a Dungeon appear, as we have no idea ourselves. If I had to give a comparison, it's like how you guys likely have no real idea about what made your Daedric. Bonus is that, given what I've heard of them, I'd call them equally lethal making it a good comparison."

Retrieving his cane, and starting to walk around the room, Kouen once again unlashes his sword from his hip. Honestly considering just leaving it unlashed for now as he turns it around in his grip.

"Dungeons are dangerous places. When you enter one, there's only really two things that will happen; you survive, or you die. Now I'm sure you are thinking 'well, that's obvious' but what I mean is that you cannot leave a Dungeon after you have entered it. So you either survive till the end, or die trying. There is no try again. That being said, they are not impossible."

Setting the sword down on the table, having gone half way around it, he walks in between two chairs giving a quick glance to the people on either side.

"I myself have cleared three. I know of a man who's cleared... I believe his last announced number was seven. However, we are both unusual. For most, it's a miracle to be able to clear a second one. Everyone who clears one gets proof, called Metal Vessels, per clear. So I have three, that man has seven, you get the idea. Me having three likely makes you think 'oh, it can't be that bad'. Every conquering was life or death, and that's with me getting an easier time as I went. They. Are. Lethal. The sword, the ornament, and this spaulder on my right arm are my proofs."

Returning to his seat, he places the sword down in front of him on the table.

Kouen puts his head in his hands, letting out a very long sigh. He shudders at the thought of having to contend with Sinbad about this, but with a lot of luck and some wit he might be able to avoid it entirely. That is, if the unpredictable calamity doesn't decide he needs to explore the world or something.

Following behind Anatasia, Kouen lets out a sigh.

"Once again, I'm sorry for not mentioning them sooner. I'll give you a run down before we get there so you can judge how the crowd might react. Their name is simple, we refer to them as Dungeons. They can appear anywhere, at any time, and unless it's a special type remains until it's cleared. If someone enters, there's only one way to leave it alive - clear it."

Holding up Phenex's medallion, as well as the sword it was attached to, he continues on.

"Upon clearing, you will meet with an entity called Djinn, and they will judge you to see if you are worthy of their power. If you are, you will receive a metal vessel - like my sword and medallion here - in which the Djinn will live in. However, in order to be accepted one must possess a certain amount of Magoi. This is fundamentally incompatible with your people at the moment in the event they do manage to clear it, not to mention the chaos with your magic being in the state it is making clearing it almost impossible. So from what I know of them, having cleared three myself, and of your situation, I can pretty much promise anyone who enters one by mistake or intention, will die."

Reattaching the sword at his hip, Kouen looks to Anatasia as they continue on.

Kouen raises his hand, shaking his head at Runir.

"You need not thank me. I could scarcely call myself a ruler if I ignored the request of someone who travelled so far to try and get some aid for not just her family, but her homeland as a whole. I may be cold hearted, but not heartless."

Sitting properly in his seat once again after the wave of discontent from the elves, he clears his throat and uses his cane to point to the map.

"Now, the reason I've asked all of you people here. While I understand that given their remarks they likely have no fans among the people currently gathered, please relay it to those who left at some point."

"I need not tell you all what this is a map of, but I need to explain why I'm using it. If you and yours have some other thing you refer to when you say the name, please keep in mind it's not what I mean when I say it. We are here today to warn you all of Dungeons."

Kouen taps his cane in a few places on the map, ever so lightly causing the map to singe to leave a mark. Leaving 12 marks in all, he quickly taps a few of the cities. One in the far south east of the country, One in the center, another to the south west of that one, one in the north east of the country but not the northmost one, and finally the city he was currently in, Solitude.

"Everywhere I've tapped just now is a location prime for a Dungeon to appear in. I can't explain to you exactly what goes into making a Dungeon appear, as we have no idea ourselves. If I had to give a comparison, it's like how you guys likely have no real idea about what made your Daedric. Bonus is that, given what I've heard of them, I'd call them equally lethal making it a good comparison."

Retrieving his cane, and starting to walk around the room, Kouen once again unlashes his sword from his hip. Honestly considering just leaving it unlashed for now as he turns it around in his grip.

"Dungeons are dangerous places. When you enter one, there's only really two things that will happen; you survive, or you die. Now I'm sure you are thinking 'well, that's obvious' but what I mean is that you cannot leave a Dungeon after you have entered it. So you either survive till the end, or die trying. There is no try again. That being said, they are not impossible."

Setting the sword down on the table, having gone half way around it, he walks in between two chairs giving a quick glance to the people on either side.

"I myself have cleared three. I know of a man who's cleared... I believe his last announced number was seven. However, we are both unusual. For most, it's a miracle to be able to clear a second one. Everyone who clears one gets proof, called Metal Vessels, per clear. So I have three, that man has seven, you get the idea. Me having three likely makes you think 'oh, it can't be that bad'. Every conquering was life or death, and that's with me getting an easier time as I went. They. Are. Lethal. The sword, the ornament, and this spaulder on my right arm are my proofs."

Returning to his seat, he places the sword down in front of him on the table.

Following behind Anatasia, Kouen lets out a sigh.

"Once again, I'm sorry for not mentioning them sooner. I'll give you a run down before we get there so you can judge how the crowd might react. Their name is simple, we refer to them as Dungeons. They can appear anywhere, at any time, and unless it's a special type remains until it's cleared. If someone enters, there's only one way to leave it alive - clear it."

Holding up Phenex's medallion, as well as the sword it was attached to, he continues on.

"Upon clearing, you will meet with an entity called Djinn, and they will judge you to see if you are worthy of their power. If you are, you will receive a metal vessel - like my sword and medallion here - in which the Djinn will live in. However, in order to be accepted one must possess a certain amount of Magoi. This is fundamentally incompatible with your people at the moment in the event they do manage to clear it, not to mention the chaos with your magic being in the state it is making clearing it almost impossible. So from what I know of them, having cleared three myself, and of your situation, I can pretty much promise anyone who enters one by mistake or intention, will die."

Reattaching the sword at his hip, Kouen looks to Anatasia as they continue on.

The best way to tell if a dragon could enter a Dungeon was to simply attempt it, but he'd have to bring along someone who could get a metal vessel so they could clear it and leave and doing that isn't an easy task - both in the sense of finding someone they'll accept and clearing it. Kouen would largely be there just to keep them alive, as if he solved the dungeon for them it wouldn't matter even if he found someone they'd be okay with.

Tapping his fingers on the table, he looks over the map again. It's hard to get an idea for proper scaling, given he arrived via the port and pretty much came right to the castle, but the map showed that each town was very tight together in size. This at least meant that aside from some ideal flat areas with open space around them, dungeons wouldn't be appearing in the middle of towns. This is going to take some planning.

"Well, we can worry about the Daedric in their entirety if or when, hopefully it stays as an 'if', they return. So long as Alice has control of the dragons, as I assume they follow her lead if for no other reason than she killed their previous leader of sorts, we can probably minimize worrying about that. Just stick dumb ones with smart ones for the time being, no dragon goes near an unfamiliar structure alone."

This might be all for naught, as the Dungeons might still work on their old summoning system, and he sure hoped so, but there's too many unknowns for him to just handwave it. Letting out a sigh, he turns his head back to Anatasia.

"Hopefully with all this info, they realize panicking won't help and instead listen to my general directions on how we'll deal with this."

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Even with the changes, once grown used to it the dragon could still easily add in conquest. Even just the fear of dragons being around could help in some areas, though thats all for a much later date. Anatasia sat in her own seat and nodded. "Yes, that is true. Thankfully there isn't a lot of...Dumb ones, though restless is a better word, it seems like Alice has probably send most of those to guard the towns and cities. So that risk is low for now, though the other worry is them becoming bored and leaving Skyrim. Though they can hide, it won't take long before they are seen." She said with a sigh. "Though that is another worry for a later date."

Anatasia smiled and chuckled at a little at his words, honestly she could only hope that would be the case. It wasn't long until the others started to show up, a few of the different races came and heads. A cat like person, elves and other humans. Honestly was going okay for the most part, no one really seemed sure of what to think of Kouen or the news but they didn't have much choice in it. Then all chaos broke loose at a suggestion from the high elves.

"Phenex has revived those on the edge of death, and is the reason my brother Hakuryuu isn't the one with these limbs instead. While the wound wasn't quick to heal, it was because we restored all the damage he had suffered to a point where his body would heal on it's own."

Sitting down once again, Kouen let out a sigh. These 'high elves' for a first meeting sure were insufferable, and there was a hope that not all of them were like this. If they were, nothing was going to get done around here so long as they had a finger in the pie. Best to put them in their place now, rather than later.

"Besides, even if that weren't the case, I have pledged to Alice and Anatasia that I would do what I could for him. Letting him die or not is no longer your call."

To make a point, and to make sure everyone was paying attention, Kouen took his cane and swung it down onto the table, creating a loud bang that echoed around, louder than any discourse they could manage.

"Until Skyrim is able to stand on it's own again, I'm providing not only support, but protection. Your dragons are strong, yes, and Alice herself has amazing force in her, but should the rest of the world learn of Skyrim, and decide it is a threat, then you have no hopes of surviving. I was able to fight with Alice, and both of us acknowledge the other's strength, so when I tell you that you have no hopes of winning against the world I think you should listen."

He looks to Anatasia, and makes a short bow as an apology for playing the antagonist at the moment. She might not get it, but he's certain the rest won't for sure. Looking back to the rest of them, he lets out a sigh, before resting his head on his right hand.

"If you think you know best, by all means go and get yourself killed. You have no magic, no maps, and no knowledge of this world outside of what I've told you. Even if I told you every single thing about this world, you aren't equipped to handle it, unless you have equipment on hand for surviving in any harsh environment you can think of?"

Leaning back into the chair once again, Kouen looks up at the roof. Even if these people came to see him as a Tyrant for the time being, or forever, he would still do what he could to help this land. The positives far outweigh the negatives, after all.

Following behind Anatasia, Kouen lets out a sigh.

"Once again, I'm sorry for not mentioning them sooner. I'll give you a run down before we get there so you can judge how the crowd might react. Their name is simple, we refer to them as Dungeons. They can appear anywhere, at any time, and unless it's a special type remains until it's cleared. If someone enters, there's only one way to leave it alive - clear it."

Holding up Phenex's medallion, as well as the sword it was attached to, he continues on.

"Upon clearing, you will meet with an entity called Djinn, and they will judge you to see if you are worthy of their power. If you are, you will receive a metal vessel - like my sword and medallion here - in which the Djinn will live in. However, in order to be accepted one must possess a certain amount of Magoi. This is fundamentally incompatible with your people at the moment in the event they do manage to clear it, not to mention the chaos with your magic being in the state it is making clearing it almost impossible. So from what I know of them, having cleared three myself, and of your situation, I can pretty much promise anyone who enters one by mistake or intention, will die."

Reattaching the sword at his hip, Kouen looks to Anatasia as they continue on.

"What do they look like? does it changes at all? I know if we get any that it will be easy to know since it was here before but still, better to have something of description at least."

The guards opened the doors that lead into the hall once they arrived, it was a long room of beautiful stone and wood work. Large windows that looked out over the sea to the fog the dragons had created, in the middle was the long wooden table. Works of stories and dragons were carved into the sides and right in the middle of the table seemed to be a carved in map of skyrim.

On the other side of the room were beautiful and very detail stone fireplaces, portraits of the past generations hang above them. Though... where the portrait of Alice's parents should be, was empty, just leaving a painting of what looked to be the newest one of Alice. Her brother and Anastasia.

She sighed softly, both in worried and relief at his answers. "Honestly, I am more worried about the dragons. Though most would be for the Daedric, fearing them becoming more powerful but if they were to be bounded to the reals. Which would be helpful in that case."

She frowns and looks to the windows, to thick clouds and mist that the dragons created to hide Skyrim. "From what Alice explain, the dragons are one of the closet things to the gods but still are not gods as well."

The best way to tell if a dragon could enter a Dungeon was to simply attempt it, but he'd have to bring along someone who could get a metal vessel so they could clear it and leave and doing that isn't an easy task - both in the sense of finding someone they'll accept and clearing it. Kouen would largely be there just to keep them alive, as if he solved the dungeon for them it wouldn't matter even if he found someone they'd be okay with.

Tapping his fingers on the table, he looks over the map again. It's hard to get an idea for proper scaling, given he arrived via the port and pretty much came right to the castle, but the map showed that each town was very tight together in size. This at least meant that aside from some ideal flat areas with open space around them, dungeons wouldn't be appearing in the middle of towns. This is going to take some planning.

"Well, we can worry about the Daedric in their entirety if or when, hopefully it stays as an 'if', they return. So long as Alice has control of the dragons, as I assume they follow her lead if for no other reason than she killed their previous leader of sorts, we can probably minimize worrying about that. Just stick dumb ones with smart ones for the time being, no dragon goes near an unfamiliar structure alone."

This might be all for naught, as the Dungeons might still work on their old summoning system, and he sure hoped so, but there's too many unknowns for him to just handwave it. Letting out a sigh, he turns his head back to Anatasia.

Following behind Anatasia, Kouen lets out a sigh.

"Once again, I'm sorry for not mentioning them sooner. I'll give you a run down before we get there so you can judge how the crowd might react. Their name is simple, we refer to them as Dungeons. They can appear anywhere, at any time, and unless it's a special type remains until it's cleared. If someone enters, there's only one way to leave it alive - clear it."

Holding up Phenex's medallion, as well as the sword it was attached to, he continues on.

"Upon clearing, you will meet with an entity called Djinn, and they will judge you to see if you are worthy of their power. If you are, you will receive a metal vessel - like my sword and medallion here - in which the Djinn will live in. However, in order to be accepted one must possess a certain amount of Magoi. This is fundamentally incompatible with your people at the moment in the event they do manage to clear it, not to mention the chaos with your magic being in the state it is making clearing it almost impossible. So from what I know of them, having cleared three myself, and of your situation, I can pretty much promise anyone who enters one by mistake or intention, will die."

Reattaching the sword at his hip, Kouen looks to Anatasia as they continue on.

"What do they look like? does it changes at all? I know if we get any that it will be easy to know since it was here before but still, better to have something of description at least."

The guards opened the doors that lead into the hall once they arrived, it was a long room of beautiful stone and wood work. Large windows that looked out over the sea to the fog the dragons had created, in the middle was the long wooden table. Works of stories and dragons were carved into the sides and right in the middle of the table seemed to be a carved in map of skyrim.

On the other side of the room were beautiful and very detail stone fireplaces, portraits of the past generations hang above them. Though... where the portrait of Alice's parents should be, was empty, just leaving a painting of what looked to be the newest one of Alice. Her brother and Anastasia.

Anastasia and Elesif watched Kouen pace around the room silently, unsure if they should say something or not. Once he spoke, they had listened before nodding. 

“Of course, well for the most part most of the creatures that live here in Skyrim are territorial so as long as you stay away. You would be fine, and others like spriggans are more pacific. They don’t have much of a territorial but more like…Hmmm a guard?” Anastasia said as Elesif nodded. “Yes I believe that’s a good word for it, they guard special plants and areas blessed by the goddess Kynareth. We have a map of those areas to be careful around, it may not be the same but it would give an idea at least.”

“I honestly wouldn’t worry on this though, the dragons started to act like on orders after the first day. So we are guessing Alice already had the dragons set out to calm and set things back in order as much as possible.” Elesif said as Anastasia smiles.

“I wouldn’t be shocked by that. The princess has always had many things planned out in different ways, so it wouldn’t shock me if she had something like this in mind and had a plan ready.”

She wasn’t sure if Kouen was truly there to help them or use them, though she trusted Alice that she would always choice the best for Skyrim. That didn’t mean that Kouen doesn’t have a underline goal that no one knew of yet, no. That didn’t matter right now, making sure the people can survive was first priority and anything else was secondary.

Anastasia found it and gently picked it up from the pile before turning back to Kouen to see the grim look, she and Elesif who came to look over to him had both frowned at his words. 

“Oh dear, alright. I’ll go and grab everyone here in Solitude than.” Elesif said as she stood up and quickly left the room, Anastasia’s hands tightened around the scroll worriedly at the news of a new danger. Like there wasn’t enough of that already, she turns to Kouen with a soft frown.

How could he have forgotten to mention something so basic? Everyone knew that the dungeons could crop up at a moments notice. Some of them even appeared in cities, and some had been around so long that cities were built around them. He himself had cleared several, and know of many people who had cleared them as well. He even knows about Sinbad!

“This won’t allay your fears, but the reason I forgot about them is because they are just a part of our lives and history at this point. Much like your... they were called Daedra, yes? Terrifying beings with major magic powers, but simply a facet of your life.”

Alice nodded. “That sounds like good, you are also welcome to nearly everything in library as well.” She said before she smiled slightly at the bow, she wasnt too used to that. Most dont see a need or it was more of a joke, so it was quite refreshing.

“Thank you.” She said before turning herself and started to head out, stopping once and turned to look at his back frowning softly. “I should warn him of the Altmer….no” She thought as she continued on her way rubbing her head. “They shouldn’t be a bother yet….hopefully.”

The castle was busy with maids finding unused fabrics for the people or medical use, to the guards chatting lightly of what animals were seen, how many and where. And even in Runir’s room were a quiet busy time, of Jarl Elesif over looking with reports and his wife Anastasia writing at his side.

After knocking and slowly opening the door, Kouen walks inside and does a quick bow. After he straightens, he takes a quick look around the room to see all who he’s about to address.

“Greetings, I’ve returned as there’s been a change in the patient’s condition. So far all I can tell is that it’s likely positive, but I need to see and inspect them to determine if that’s true.”

Holding up Phenex’s medallion, he walks into the room a bit instead of just standing at the door like he was.

They gasped as they saw it, it looked like something had ripped some fresh off but it wasn’t very deep or bad. Elesif sat back in her chair as the maid recovers it. “Amazing…it looks like the original wound was never there at all.”

Kouen walked over to the other side of the bed, gently patting Phenex’s form before it disperesed with some trace magoi headed towards the medallion Kouen had.

Looking over the visible wounds, Kouen lost himself in thought momentarily. He would look from different angles, draw in closer and back away, and would mumble to himself as he was doing it.

“A great number of things in Skyrim could honestly. Giants and their mammoths, huge spider and spriggans, trolls. Skyrim is home to many things, though this was a few things.” She said with a sigh as she looks to the wound again. “On that day when we came to this world was pure chaos, not just in the chaos of the people’s panic and confusion.”

“But of magic as well, a few beings that were more peaceful and kept to themselves. Well… they went insane and Runir and Alice were the only ones who could have handle it, sadly Runir has less dragon blood so though he is strong. He will never be on the same level as her, so with everything that was going on.” She told him as she looked up at him.

Taking a few steps back, Kouen starts to pace around the room thinking of the condition of the land, as well as possible solutions. Is there a way to deal with those creatures? If not, does that mean the only solution is to rid the landmass of them? But then, wouldn’t that affect what little balance remains of Skyrim’s ecosystem? And if not, how would they keep track of all of them to make sure they were gotten rid of?

After doing what felt like several laps, Kouen let out a sigh and shrugged. He wasn’t going to find the answer himself. While he could ask those in the room with him, he felt waiting for Alice would be the better idea as she was directly connected to apex predators and she would probably have the bigger picture in mind in that regard.

Alice nodded. “That sounds like good, you are also welcome to nearly everything in library as well.” She said before she smiled slightly at the bow, she wasnt too used to that. Most dont see a need or it was more of a joke, so it was quite refreshing.

“Thank you.” She said before turning herself and started to head out, stopping once and turned to look at his back frowning softly. “I should warn him of the Altmer….no” She thought as she continued on her way rubbing her head. “They shouldn’t be a bother yet….hopefully.”

The castle was busy with maids finding unused fabrics for the people or medical use, to the guards chatting lightly of what animals were seen, how many and where. And even in Runir’s room were a quiet busy time, of Jarl Elesif over looking with reports and his wife Anastasia writing at his side.

After knocking and slowly opening the door, Kouen walks inside and does a quick bow. After he straightens, he takes a quick look around the room to see all who he’s about to address.

“Greetings, I’ve returned as there’s been a change in the patient’s condition. So far all I can tell is that it’s likely positive, but I need to see and inspect them to determine if that’s true.”

Holding up Phenex’s medallion, he walks into the room a bit instead of just standing at the door like he was.

They gasped as they saw it, it looked like something had ripped some fresh off but it wasn’t very deep or bad. Elesif sat back in her chair as the maid recovers it. “Amazing…it looks like the original wound was never there at all.”

Kouen walked over to the other side of the bed, gently patting Phenex's form before it disperesed with some trace magoi headed towards the medallion Kouen had.

Looking over the visible wounds, Kouen lost himself in thought momentarily. He would look from different angles, draw in closer and back away, and would mumble to himself as he was doing it.

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Anastasia and Sybille had watched Phenex in silent awe having never seeing anything her before, Alice watched Phenex as well for a moment. Wondering if this really would work, Phenex had healed a small area on her own body but there is no telling on what she could do for him.

Runir’s face forms a frown of discomfort before relaxing into a peacefully look, Alice relaxed as she saw his look change and she let go of his hand slowly.

Alice looked up at Kouen and listened to him before nodding at his words. “I see, he is in good hands here. It….really doesn’t matter if I am here or not.”

Alice looked at her brother once more before heading for the door, she stopped and looked to him. “I can lead you to the library or somewhere else to rest if you would like.” She said tilting her head softly to the side as she waited for his answer and for him to follow.

“Mm… the library would be interesting, but I doubt I’ll be able to read your language yet, and having someone read to me is not as enjoyable. I am curious about the rest of the city however, as we more or less went straight here. I doubt we’ll be able to leave what you call the grounds for this place - and even then maybe not all of that either - without hitting my distance limit of sorts. Ah, how about your eating area. Judging from your architecture, I suppose you call them mess halls?”

All things considered, if he was going to spend time helping these people out, he may as well get to know as much about their wants and desires as he can. In doing so, he can properly allot goods to send. If the people here don’t eat any cheese for example, sending them cheese would be a waste of coin. And while he knew the idea was a waste of brain use, he had a small hope they didn’t eat a lot of meat as that could get very expensive quickly.

One of the halls seems to be closed off and it would looked to like it was for a while with the heavy wood boards nailed to the doors, Alice opens the doors to the mess hall and steps into long and grand room. Three large simple candle lit chandeliers filled the hall with the soft warm glow of the candle light, large and long tables filled the center of the room with the wood beams had interesting cravings of dragons and other creatures. The smell of roast meat and soft chatter of workers and guards on rest filled the hall.

Giving his head a quick shake, he decided to refocus on the most important part right now - getting these people to a state where they can even think about opening trade with a foreign nation. While she had said they had a store of fish, it would inevitably run out, and it was doubtful their fish would live very long in the tropical climate, which meant the fish the locals knew about would soon be extinct, due to the fact that sooner or later, all of this lands water would be changed.

While the overall change for Kouen’s world would be negligible and their sea life, the difference would be vast for this land of Skyrim’s. Why it was that way was simply due to the amount of water between them. Skyrim wasn’t big enough to contain a whole world’s worth of water, and that meant that while they would eventually mix due to rainfall, floods, and other forces of nature Skyrim would see the bigger difference.

“While I can appreciate that you have a store of fish, I’ll still send over fishmongers from as many places as I can. Your waters are likely to be hit with a huge difference before long, due to not only being in a whole other world, but likely not being in the same position to give you a similar climate. It likely won’t be long before your fish die out entirely, unless they can hyper adapt - which is why the fishmongers. If I can teach you and yours what fish to at least not eat outright, we can prevent a lot of deaths that would otherwise occur. As for your greenery problem... hm...”

Tapping his knuckles on his chin now, Kouen takes to thought once more. If greens were always a problem, then they likely lived primarily on imported ones. While this meant they could likely adapt to the local produce without issue, they’d still need time to do so, and knowledge of what they are working with. he could pull farmers for that, but then their own supply would inevitably take a hit while the farmers help here.

He could send shipments of things, but that still brings the problem of they don’t know anything about what’s available. Oh, but if they instead wrote up what they needed by description instead...