The pain subsides
Her vision returned shortly after the brief period of blindness. The first thing she noticed about this new place was that it smelt like trees. Sickeningly so. It was also far too warm for someone who had become accustomed to the biting cold of Skyrim. Huntrek had put her down in a chair that was soft and comfier than any bed she had ever been in. She had almost fallen asleep by the time Huntrek gave her a bowl of some local stew of vegetables and some kind of meat, which for someone who had been eating nothing but gruel for months was a godsend.
Huntrek watched the young girl devour the soup as though she had never eaten in all her life. He never questioned his chosen Goddess and Her motives, She was of a higher level of intelligence and understanding to he. But even he had to wonder what the Daedra could see in this scrawny and pitiful girl that was in front of him. He turned on his heels and with a grace befitting that of an Altmer, he walked off to his study, leaving the girl to her meal. He sat down in a carved wooden chair, a unique piece from an Argonian craftsman that had travelled to Valenwood. Huntrek sighed. Such a waste that he was chased out of the town. The High Elf reached into one of the draws of his desk and took out a small basalt statue of Boethia, cast in a common depiction of Her warrior form. He placed it on the soft cherrywood of the desk and rested his elbows on the table, locking his hands together before placing his forehead on the linked hands. He offered a short prayer to Her, more to tell her that he had retrieved her despite being aware that She likely already knew. He remained in prayer and heard the Dunmer girl walk up to his study door,
"I can hear you Karinia. You sound like a Nord in plate armour in this house". He opened his eyes and swiftly placed the small basalt statue back into its draw. The Altmer turned in his seat to see the shorter elf standing in the doorway, the illusionary spell on her rags having dissipated and leaving her in her prison sack cloth clothing. Her voice was still hoarse from disuse, making her accent seep far too much into her speech,
"I'd say I'm sorry, but you know that would be a lie. I wa-". One again, she was cut off by the Altmer. She thought it was terribly rude.
"You want answers? I am afraid I am not the one to... Disclose such information. I am merely a means to an end miss Ashmane. What will happen in the next few days is very simple. I will refine your... Talents let's call them and then I will be sending you on your way. I have a few simple rules. Do what I tell you and go where I tell you to go. If anyone asks, you are my adopted daughter. Your name is Tanthia Redmane. Understood?".
Kari stood slightly bewildered, soaking in all this information as quickly as she could. She eventually nodded, opening her mouth again to ask a question.
"The washroom is upstairs. Try not to use all of the water".
Kari narrowed her eyes at the man before turning and walking through the elegantly decorated house, stopping along the way to read a few tapestries that were so very fine and beautiful, depicting ancient scenes that Kari didn't understand. Eventually she tore her eyes away and ascended the polished stairs before stumbling into a tiled room. It seemed to Kari that everything in this house had been crafted with every detail in mind with the intention to stun. The tiles made the room appear like it was underwater with their colour and texture. There was a large smooth stone bowl in the centre of the room with a dark crystal hovering above it that seemed to be emanating light into the room as soon as Kari entered. Kari looked bemused by all this and began looking around for how to work this contraption. She'd been in enough Dwemer ruins with her father to have a basic understanding of most mechanisms. She had, in all her times in Dwemer ruins, never seen what an 'on' button looked like. So the girl managed to fail to notice the small button engraved in the smooth surface of the bowl.
Huntrek glanced up the stairs. Surely the girl didn't take two hours to wash? He shrugged idly and went and sat down in one of his comfy chairs, summoning a certain spell book over to him to glance over. The front of the tome was bound in white leather and was covered wit Daedric script, a prize of his that he recovered from the oblivion gates that opened on the island. He knew the spell already, but it never hurt to refresh one's memory.
"I have done what you have asked of me Sister. My champion has saved your aspirant. Now uphold your end of the bargain". Boethia looked over the table at his Daedric sister. He had decided that the female form had become boring, so he shifted into his male form for a short time. Mephala found such things tedious, only changing to other forms if she really needed too. Two of her spindly eight arms extended towards the male warrior, glowing as it displayed a golden chest through a shimmering portal.
"By courier I will have the artefacts sent to you. Hopefully it will aid you in dismantling Dagon's coup." Mephala retracted her arms and folded them over her chest, making it look like a web had grown over her chest. Her eight eyes darted around, watching the room for any sign if the other Princes'. The Table and the Dome were both silent, barring them two.
"I know I should not be aware if your schemes Mephala, but what exactly do you intend to do with this little girl? I do not foresee things ending well for her". Boethia placed her large axe down across the table, keeping it off the map.
"You only watch one Thread, this is your flaw. And for me to fully explain, it would be quite a bore. To put it simply, in terms that are easy. Otherwise I b-". Mephala was cut off by a sudden fist on the table, out there by Boethia, who gave her a harsh glare. Mephala simply smirked. "Patience Brother, you will soon see. In two hundred years, this girl will be as essential as you or me." Boethia sighed and nodded. Standing with his axe to go and return to his realm. Just as he left he spoke out.
"Be careful Sister, you are making a dangerous gamble".