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Re: Fire and Potions - 90/?

[(Anonymous)]

“But I digress. Yes, I did ‘carve him up’. And I’ve tortured and killed your people. I could tell you in great detail about my good intentions, or the ones I managed to save - all that rot. But my hands are not clean, they never have been. We needed eyes and ears in the Thalmor. Therion asked I do it, and my soul was already deeply tarnished at any rate, so I was glad to spare my colleagues the role. I should, I think, explain some things about myself,” he said, unconsciously drumming his fingers once more. “I don’t express emotion as others do. In part, this is because acting upset changes absolutely nothing. But, more at the heart of it, properly expressing outward emotions takes a great deal of effort for me. Over the centuries, I have learned to mimic others - better even. I am quite the actor. This ‘skill’ at being detached outwardly, it makes me ideal for subterfuge.”

“Why tell me all of this? It inspires anything but trust,” Farengar asked, giving him a sidelong glance.

“Because you seem under the impression I don’t care about my cousin, due to my lack of outward concern. And honestly, I could look convincingly worried, but I have no desire to be disingenuous toward you. So, I am simply being myself, Farengar,” Ondolemar said, with an open shrug of his palms. “Very few people know me. And there are exactly two people I care about in this world. Therion is one of those two.”

Closing his eyes, Ondolemar thoughtfully folded his arms, leaning back against the wall.

“You’ve changed him, you know.”

Momentarily taken aback, Farengar recovered, giving him a look of pure incredulity.

“I know that you don’t believe me,” Ondolemar replied without opening his eyes to see the wizard’s expression of disbelief. “However, you should know that he is different. Or, rather that he is more himself than I've seen him in ages.”

Pausing, he opened his eyes, cocking an eyebrow at the skeptical wizard before continuing.

“I know more about Radac than I let on. All of it second hand. From Therion,” Ondolemar said, watching Farengar’s disbelief wash away, replaced with curiosity. “Sometime ago, after the Great War, our little squadron returned home. By this time, the Thalmor had unopposed control of the country. They had seized control over every corner of Alinor through persecution and holier-than-thou, religious tripe.

“Therion, myself, and our comrades, found employment which put our… particular skill sets to use. And so began my career within the Thalmor.

“Therion, however, made somewhat famous from certain events during the war — affairs which officially did not happen — secured himself as Spymaster. This new line of service placed him directly under Alinor’s self-appointed head of state Radac.

“During this period, much of my time was spent in Sunhold. Between training and rising through the ranks of the Thalmor, I saw Therion infrequently. Only on the rare occasions when business brought me to the grand, glittering capital city. And even then, he was always preoccupied.

“At first, this didn’t strike me as odd. He has always been a difficult mer to get hold of. And what with juggling the nation’s intelligence operations with his own plans of crippling its despotic government, well, I assumed he was swamped.

“Never did it occur to me that he was actively avoiding me.

“Eventually, something didn’t sit right with me, and on a whim, I began to do a bit of spying.”

Ondolemar paused, looking around, a pained expression on his face. Noticing the fire had gone low, he reached for the poker and began idly stirring the embers.

Farengar frowned impatiently at the interruption as the moment dragged on.

“By the Divines,” the wizard muttered, waving a hand at the coals.

Ondolemar blinked in the face of bright red and orange flames as they suddenly leaped skyward like a dancer brought to life. Trying to dispel the after images from the sudden light, he was just going to complain about the heat when the roar of the fire died off, the blaze settling down to a comfortable size.

“You were saying?” Farengar prompted dryly.

Setting aside the poker with a reluctant sigh, Ondolemar exchanged a look with Farengar, the mage staring expectantly, waiting for him to finish his story.