Kapitel 233: Eternal Scepticism

Once Michael was sure Charlotte wasn't going to drop dead, he gives her a quick explanation about what he'd been doing since they'd arrived. His venture into a crypt, fighting a vampire(which he'd had to explain to them as neither knew what a vampire was), and then him going off to help find Lohir...

"I know where a priest who might be able to heal your mother is, but... He's going to be kind of busy." he says, the duo nodding in understanding. Falkreath wasn't a very popular place to live, with its only real produce being lumbar and forest bandits. Thus only a single Priest or healer was really needed. Of course, there were other 'healers' around, those who dabbled in using herbs or making 'poultices', but from what Michael had seen, they were just people playing with First Aid and unrefined alchemy.

"I think the most important thing is to get you guys familiar with the local language. I don't know if there's any spells for that, I remember Colbert using one but whether or not you know it?" he shrugs, "So, unless you've got a spell for it, Illu can teach you what she's learned from Valga over the past couple of days." he says, knowing that Illococoo had been staving off boredom by getting Valga to tutor her. She'd actually learned quite a lot, but he just chalked that up to her being a Rhyme Dragon.

Charlotte frowns, "Do not know the spell... Square Magic?" she says with a questioning tone, sounding as if she were grilling herself for knowledge.

Michael shrugs, "Alright, you two get on that. I'll bring you to the Priest once he done with Lohir's funeral. For now, I'm going to check on Tiffania, I think you guys need to adapt to this new world's magic, and since Tiffania used a very intensive spell beforehand..." he trails off as he gets up, the rest not needing to be said.

Charlotte nods, and he could hear Illococoo begging to match Tamrielic to Halkeginian languages. For example, saying tree in one language, then the next. He wasn't sure how long it'd take Charlotte to pick up, but she was smart and still young.

He ducks into the next room and sits on the bed where Tiffania was sleeping. He stares at her for a moment before...

*Squish*

Poking her in the cheek and waiting for a reaction. Her face scrunched up as she turns onto her side, but no cigar, she wasn't awake. "Yo, Tiff, you gotta wake up... You're gonna miss out on Sweet Rolls and whatever other shit they've got here." he says while shaking her shoulder.

"NNNNnnnnnn..." the girl groans, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise...

He tries a few other things to wake her up, eventually leading to him dripping a few drops of cold water onto her forehead... Unfortunately, this doesn't get the response he was looking for... Tiffania sucks in air in response, her body beginning to hyperventilate.

"Oh, shit." he swears, watching as this continues for three minutes until finally slowing. "Alright, no more trying to wake her up." he mutters to himself, not wanting to see what else could happen if he persisted. Whatever was happening refused to let her wake up, so all he could do right now was wait and hope.

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Elsewhere :

"So, you say it was the boy who slew the animal?" Jarl Dengeir inquires from his throne, raking his hands through his beard in interest but also a concern.

Nenya nods, "That's what they say, this Michael has not been here long yet he has already contributed much to the Hold. There are even rumours of him slaying a coven of Vampires, though, that would need to be investigated."

The Jarl furrows his brows, "And what would a warrior such as he want here? They could have gone anywhere else for anything else. He wants gold? Riften. He wants fame? The capital. The boy wants a challenge? The companions in Whiterun... Nenya, I feel there's a plot afoot." he says with a dire expression, though, it doesn't last long as Nenya scoffs at him.

"You think there're plots everywhere my liege. Have you forgotten that most people visiting from the Empire on foot pass through here? Even if he intended to stay, I believe we should make use of him instead of scaring away an asset."

Dengeir lots out a huff of annoyance at his steward's disrespect, but doesn't comment on it due to how long they'd known each other. "You trust too easily Nenya, one day it'll be the doom of us all..."

The High Elf just shakes her head, "You with your excessive ideas."

"What would you have me do then? Throw a sword at him and name him Thane? Maybe hand him a bushel of roses while I'm at it!?"

Nenya gives him a look, "No, none of that. Just give thanks for his service when you have the opportunity. You do give me some ideas though, we are in need of another Thane after old Tsurand passed." she adds, "Maybe we could see if he's worthy of such a title? Even if he turns out to be a fool, having a strong warrior beside you when you journey to Solitude would be a boon."

Dengeir shakes his head, "No, I'd rather have a born and raised Nord take the position."

Nenya crooks a brow with a deceptive grin, "Oh? Then you must have someone in mind then?"

...

The Jarl coughs into his fist and looks away, "I was intended to ask Lohir again, but well..."

Nenya shakes her head, "Well, the way I see it is you either have to find someone else, or pick choose between a foreigner or a dead man who'd likely not trade Sovngarde for it, especially after he refused last time." she says, treading carefully around the subject as the Jarl and Lohir used to be quite close.