"So, what is all of this about?" Selther stood up and motioned Troy to sit opposite to him. His face was wrinkled and his long beard was turning white from age. "By the way, you might want to hide that shout of yours when you're on the road. Some people, namely the imperials left in Skyrim, don't exactly appreciate which side you took. Your alliance with Ulfric had won him the war, and left the emperor of Tamriel a bit more venerable to the assassination." As he continued to speak, books were flying off of shelves and opening. When the books flipped through their pages the ink seemed to glow a bright gold, when they reached the end of the cover they slammed shut and returned to their shelves. The alchemy lab in the room was working itself. Ingredients were moving from shelves and mixing in mid-air. "Which, word has reached me, was committed by our friend in Dawnstar. Which reminds me, my last trip to Dawnstar has resulted in the uncovering of the nightmare situation there, I do regret killing that priest of Mara but that daedric staff was too great to let him destroy, he must have realized that it should be 'properly' studied."

"Selther." Troy spoke with impatience for Selther has been known for his rambling.

"Speaking of magics that have yet to be research, I must press you again to allow me to examine that thu'um of yours. Nordic traditions usually keep their form of magic away from us mages but since you're the dragonborn and the 'way of the voice' does not refer to you, I was wondering if you could simply do me a favor."

"Selther!" Troy had been listening to this old mage babble on and on enough. This visit was not one of pleasure but of business. "Can I say what I came here to say?"

"Of course, of course. Go ahead, but before you do can I get you a drink? Wine, mead, Alto wine, nord mead, Blackbrier, Huneybrew?" as he spoke, he lifted his hand and a yellow glow emitted from it, bottles and goblets lifted from a shelf and flew toward them.

"Nord mead, thank you." Selther nodded in response and motioned three of his fingers back to the shelf and the rest of the drinks followed, alto wine and the nord mead stayed with a pair of goblets. His hand shot a line of ice toward the mead. He tilted his hand and the caps of the two bottles opened and the liquids poured into the two silver cups. "I still don't know why you use such a lazy way to do the simplest of tasks."

"I still don't know why you continue to wear that cloak of yours, the harsh cold remains outside." He motioned toward his cloak and with the snap of his fingers, he stopped the experiments in the room and his rambling became a more serious tone. "Why have you come?"

"Do you remember Blackreach?" He muttered, he looked down at Selther's boots and noticed that they had an ominous glow to them. This mage seemed to have enchanted any article of clothing he could get his hands on.

"Yes, why do you bring it up?"

"Have you considered making another hold?" A faint smile crossed Troy's face.

The mages eyes widened, "You can't be serious. What of the falmer and the mechanical guardians that roam the halls of the dwemer?"

"Extermination."

Selther raised his eyebrows in amazement. "I can understand the guardians but the falmer are a society, granted that it is 'under developed' but a society none the less."

"And like a society, they must pay for their actions toward those on the surface." He raised his gaze to the mage and saw a face full of disbelief.

Selther paused for a few seconds and took a drink. "All societies have their own laws. They have not come to the surface and caused harm, only to those who have intruded. Besides, are you not worried about the people to live in this hold, they could adapt like the falmer and become repulsive."

With a serious look the nord responded, "You know that if the falmer could find their way out of the dwarven ruins they would wage war on us at any moment. Anyways, the only thing that I'm worried about is the reason for the disappearance of the dwemer. And if we repair some of the lights down their then we won't need to worry about the adaptations."

The bretton's eyes shifted and glanced over to a glass case that held an old dagger and a misshapen soul gem. "I do believe I know what happened to the dwemer, and it won't be a problem."

"Good, so now I have no problem with turning it into a hold."

"You make a good argument, now why are you bringing up this awkward subject." He paused for a moment to take another drink then began again, "Why do you talk about it to me?"

"I am trying to bring together our little group," he took a drink of his mead and began again, "simply to help me with this task."

"I don't feel that the region could benefit me in any way other than improve the economy of Skyrim. And I'm sure you don't need any help taking over that area."

"Surely you have not forgotten the crimson ninroot? Seems like something that deserves study." Upon this remark the mage seemed to be torn between two temptations.

"I only have one more problem with this. Do you remember why we parted, why we went our separate ways?"

"Of course, it was to keep peace in each hold. And you're wondering who would protect this hold. I already have a solution to that problem."

"And what solution is that?"

"We gain another member."

"Do you have a candidate?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I do. But the only problem I have is finding a jarl for the new hold."

"We'll have time to think about that when we go there."

"So, you're coming?" Troy questioned before he quickly finished his drink.

"Of course I'm coming, do you think I would let you go there without me?"

"Alright, any more problems?"

"Well our imperial member might not appreciate what that little assassin did." They both glared at each other and knew that he wouldn't be anywhere near that woman without trying to kill her.