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Re: Fire and Potions - 61/?

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"By all means don’t," Therion replied, jumping to his feet. "I'll just be on my-"

"Dragonborn."

The High King's voice was neither demanding nor chastising. It was a firm tone that asked for his help with such respect and reasonability that Therion found he couldn't refuse.

Sighing, he sank back into his chair.

"Now then," Proventus said, eagerly tucking back into his scroll, quill dabbed with ink and ready to strike. "The feasibility of an assault on the Summerset Isle by sea. What are your thoughts? If we could produce thirty war ships, what losses would you project?"

Therion heard footsteps which immediately lifted his spirits before he even heard the door open, revealing the blue robed figure of Farengar. Therion smiled and glanced up at Farengar as he passed. The wizard ignored him as Therion expected, taking his seat and immediately tuning out the meeting to stare into the fire crackling away in the brazier in the center of the room.

"Thirty ships sounds great," Therion said, leaning back in his chair.

"Excellent," Proventus replied, looking at the next item on the list.

"If you're trying to kill the Aldmeri Dominion with laughter, it will certainly get the job done."

The steward grumbled and pursed his lips.

"And how many would you recommend?" he asked in a tone only a displeased accountant could.

"None," Therion replied, leaning forward. "Alinor is an island country surrounded by sheer cliffs, nigh impossible to scale by invading forces. Our naval force is second to none. If by some miracle you defeated the navy, the country would simply turtle its defenses and wait your forces out till the literal end of their days. Feel free to add the ship budget to the porridge column," Therion added helpfully with a small grin.

Proventus looked hopefully at the High King.

Balgruuf sighed.

"Don't add the columns, Proventus. The issue at hand isn't that we've saved coin on war ships. It's how to invade the Summerset Isle at all."

"Of course!" the small Imperial replied indignantly. "I simply wanted to move the funds into the miscellaneous section, carry the three, and there," he said, scribbling away furiously, intent on perfect accuracy.

Therion found he had to admire Proventus’ dedication, however deplorable his tunnel vision.

“Our priorities are out of order. Preparing to invade will do us little good if we can’t first find out where their weapon is, discover how it works, and how to destroy it,” Jarl Merilis said, drumming her fingers thoughtfully on the table. “We’re completely in the dark. We need to prepare a defense at the least. What about sending out reconnaissance?”

“You mean spies,” purred Maven approvingly. “A grand idea.”

Old Jarl Idgrod let out one of her cronish laughs.

“Anyone have an Altmer spy lying around somewhere? One that isn’t a double agent, hm?”

Jarl Igmund rolled his eyes. “Well?” he asked the room snobbishly. “Isn’t it obvious? Send the Dragonborn. Skyrim doesn’t exactly have Altmer to spare.”

His comment was met with grumbled annoyance.

The newly appointed Jarl Sybille intervened.

“The Dragonborn would be recognized in an instant,” she said in a remarkably diplomatic tone. “And his strength may better serve us here.”

Jarl Igmund snorted.

“That’s the entire point, my dear. Disguise him and send him to the Summerset Isle. In the mass confusion of Thalmor evacuating Skyrim, one more won’t be noticed. And no one could be a better fit for espionage with his powers. If he were discovered, he’d surely have an easier time escaping than any other elf. He could even disrupt things on the other side. How do you invade an island? Why, have someone on the inside open the door for you. Simple as that.”

Therion didn’t know which aggravated him more. The man’s sneering tone or the fact that he was right. And the Jarl only half knew how right he was when he described Therion as a ‘fit for espionage’.

Therion shook his head.

“I’m too recognizable,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hands.

Farengar looked up from the fire.

“We could use magic,” he said.