"There may be a different person sitting on that big chair, but the same problems persist," remarked Marcurio as we left the audience of Thongvor Silver-Blood.
Under the terms of the peace treaty, the city of Markarth had exchanged hands and now belonged to the Stormcloaks, much to Ulfric’s satisfaction. He had insisted on gaining control of this city, no doubt because his war coffers needed filling. The Silver-Blood clan now ruled here in the true sense of the word.
"Where are we going?"
"To see Calcelmo," I replied, turning right just as we exited the throne room. "Everyone who worked for the Imperials here at the palace were removed when Thongvor took over. Faleen, his, uh, friend, was among them. I just want to see if he’s alright."
Calcelmo was where I thought he would be: at the excavation site poring over some obscure Dwemer object. “Calcelmo?”
"Can’t you see I’m busy?" he said curtly without turning around. He leaned in closer to the artifact on the table.
"It’s me, Minerva."
Calcelmo didn’t move. After a few moments, he slowly straightened himself up and turned. “You!” he whispered harshly as he faced me. “It’s your fault! You’re the reason they took my lovely Faleen away!”
I had expected this, but his words stung just the same. “I’m sorry. I was assured that no one would be hurt in accordance to the peace treaty.”
"Do you know where they took her? She’s at the prison in Solitude now… as if she were a common thief or murderer. That is what your peace treaty did!"
I looked at Calcelmo, but said nothing. What could I say that would make this situation better? “Is there any way I can help you here?” I asked, expecting a barrage of insults from him.
Calcelmo glared at me in silence for a few moments, then sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said, relaxing his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to lash out at you. I know that this treaty is temporary and that Faleen will eventually be let out. It’s just that I…miss her. Terribly.”
"I can deliver a message to her," I offered, hoping to cheer him up a bit and relieve myself of the guilt I was feeling.
"Actually, I was hoping that you could clear out one of the excavation sites for me. There’s a nasty frostbite spider that has been plaguing us and we can’t continue our research until that creature is dealt with."
"Sure!" I exclaimed, happy to redeem myself from the fallout of this peace treaty. "I can take care of that spider for you in no time."