Tarvek's, and by extension Janet's and Mayuko's, new, albeit temporary, home and workshop was looking good in his mind after a mere two days labour. Hard labour even in the power armour, and using resources leftover from the Waystation from his Compass Inventory…but the burnt out shell of a smithy and home now had stone walls reinforced by steel and concrete. That had been to harden the place against physical attack, but also against scrying as Tarvek etched and enchanted protections into the 'middle' walls as he saw it;- the outer, original stone walls, the middle reinforced concrete slabs, and now the local wood to form a more homely appearance. Or, well, stone in the areas where fire might be an issue.

The wonders of concrete mixed with the pip-boy wrist-comps small nano-forging abilities to allow 'sticking' layers together as easily as he had. It was a field fortification method of course, and the while it had been rapid, relative to local technologies and magic, it didn't translate into the nicest house yet. Such was why Tarvek was out of his power armour right now, working on the hearth and surrounding walls of the 'living hall' at more personal, craft-orc, level. Mayuko and Janet were beyond in the shared bedroom, cleaning up the dust and arranging things to their liking as the bed would soon be put in place. It also kept them out of the way of having to deal with the ever-questioning Mage-Lord, Lady Proudmoore, who'd turned up with Warchief Thrall in tow today. Sitting there…while Tarvek worked away slowly, the human female clearly eager to get answers in what limited time she could allocate to asking.

'Even working still does not discourage her' he mused, listening to her words, as she and the orc warchief sat on stools, the table not yet arrived, as Tarvek knelt, listening, even as he placed small tiles with plaster beneath. It had been his hope that insisting on completing this task, with the invocation of a little magic, had done little to dissuade his patrons from seeking to stay. Patiently in one case. Eager in the other, as she clearly would have dragged her advisor here too, to observe his every movement. But he resisted a sigh, or any sign of felt irritation, as he answered politely "Tis a simple warning against flames, useful in a hearth, yes? Though limited time between placing the material and when it sets"

"The symbols are of your people's magic?"

She was cheerful about, and likely almost about to come over and look at them he felt as he shrugged "Not entire, it is…a runic craft of an allied folk, better for such things in training. For such things in the field it is standardised than we commonly invoke. In theory making camp much less troublesome. With my home itself, well, then more personalised efforts would take place I'll admit"

That was because Tarvek's own training was for basic preparations and fortifications in the field rather than those with greater knowledge, like his friend Sasha for instance. He'd have to develop that knowledge now he was on his own, but there was no need to specify that to the natives. After all it was only for the most basic of protective measures rather than anything truly important. Supposedly it was a strategy adopted from various known other arcane based societies in ensuring a high level of development in cantrips for such support in the field. Whatever the details, it did seem to impress the Mage-Lord, who nodded as Tarvek tapped at the little tile, settling it into place "Impressive, widespread adoption of protective runes amongst a personal guard. Quite a high demand on soldiery?"

"Part of training, and it is good for self-improvement as a foundation for learning more spell-work, safely at least. Safety is vital with such things one is told" he replied with a nod "Yet, that is likely not what you wish to know?"

"It may be, she is very interested in such" the green-skinned orc warchief said, likely before he'd realised he'd said it, emitting a cough immediately afterwards, before speaking more confidently "Aye, but there are other questions we have for you. You can commune with the spirits, not just your….God, yes?"

"Aye, that I can, though not all wish to talk. Nor should all talked to if one is entirely honest" he answered with a shrug for emphasis "Dealing with spirits can be dangerous, as they are oft not mortal, and therefore have different patterns of thinking, let alone speech. Indeed we made a pact with such a spirit, a time spirit, on our journey here. Which, from the outside, would seem strange as this being could turn back time, and travel between many planes….but also required mortal agents. Because, despite that power over time and space, could not directly intervene. Strange to us, but not to them. Hence why such beings operate through mortals"

The warchief nodded, taking the frown, or maybe pout, of the human mage-lord in stride as the larger male nodded, hands together as he sat, elbows on knees "Yes, I too speak and visions of the spirits, and of the elementals of the world. Yet, your presence, and words will cause some troubles. Even of my strongest warriors, there is concern"

"Aye, one gathered as much" Tarvek said with a snort, finishing up the work in a tidy manner "But the magic elf-dragon attacking silenced that perhaps?"

"And Jaina's warning of attack" the orc said with a firm nod "I had feared Garrosh was on the verge of challenging me if not for that warning arriving"

The human female looked mildly surprised, or startled, but the orc male continued on "Others see your power you wielded in the face of this Blue Dragon. An orc wielding the powers of our ancient foes, it divides young and old, and I know how words of a God of our people will go over. Some wish to challenge you"

"I would win" Tarvek answered calmly, annoyed at such but not showing it "You should warn of such"

The other orc nodded "That I believe true, but I would ask that you not slay them if possible should they formally do so. Simply commanding them not to do so only goes so far, unlike with the Alliance, you are an orc"

Tarvek nodded "Hmn, so make it formal. One is not a coward and will fight an honour duel if such is needed to complete my task. But not many. That I have no mind to tolerate. Nor insults to me and mine, our cultures do share such. My patience is only so strong"

He'd hoped to avoid it, but a controlled honour duel was tolerable enough…so long as it ended such things as he expected would come. Tarvek would do it without the power armour if need be even. The other orc nodded again, clearly happy at the response, though Tarvek continued on a moment "But I gather that is because you want more from us, yes? One has already agreed to trade, and proven such truthfulness for tools"

"And that is most welcome, and it is not…"

The orc, Thrall, interrupted the human "It is not that I would change that, all is agreed, but instead offer the opportunity to give some eager few knowledge of your spirits and holy texts. That would be a normal desire, perhaps?"

"For some. One is war priest, not a missionary though" Tarvek pointed out, standing up, finished "But, aye, you fight undead, this Scourge, so one does understand the benefits. But, our contract is agreed, and tis with you…"

He nodded at the Warchief, and then the Mage-Lord "…and with thee. My goals upon this plane are rather simple and straightforward, and our needs modest….and already attacked thrice. While leaving makes some tasks harder, it is not impossible neither after leaving this plane and never returning. Please understand such, and that as rulers thine own positions should be strengthened by what is already agreed upon. Such as blood honour duels and answering elven wizards, both of which are unpleasant. One would assume with a greater war to fight, that such troubles would ease"

"We would hope so, yes, but it is not always so" the Mage-Lord answered, but was firm in tone "But, be assured, that we have negotiated an…ah, a deal between ourselves that will see to future peace. Your words were a suggestion I'll admit, and it will…cause trouble, but your aid, as agreed upon, will be more than sufficient in convincing all of such needs. Especially if it leads to a means off of Azeroth"

"Well, warning there; not all planes beyond are pleasant. Nor would an invasion be seen well" Travek gave a nod though, arms across his tabard covered chest "But, aye, one could find an empty plane suitable for life should time and effort be available"

That part wasn't the most problematic, as Tarvek could already direct them to an empty, abandoned, Earth for instance in an absolute worst-case scenario. Ideally that would not be the case, but trading such a portal was within accepted protocols for a League Pathfinder considering what he was receiving in trade. But he really did not want multiple nations trying to make their own deals, and as he had done on the Earth being invaded by the evil not-Asgard he wanted to limit who he was contracting through. He had a Workshop in progress, tools and blueprints he could supply, and then he could start plotting with the Compass…