"That is the amount I would offer anyone who could bring me a permanent solution to this weapon." Meesei responded. While it was true that she expected Ariel would have the best chance of creating a cure, she would reward anyone else who could complete that task as well. "I will admit, forfeiting that amount would have a definite impact on us, even if I source the coin from multiple clans, but the cost of not curing this poison is far, far greater than every single coin in every clan's coffers combined. Anything I can do to motivate a quick and effective antidote for the poison, I will do."

Suddenly, fear was not the only thing on Rukeewei's mind. The talk of the reward had rendered him speechless for a short time, and while he was still unmistakably afraid, he was now willing to talk about more than just his fear. "So you will pay us [i]ten thousand[/i] septims, and all my wife has to do is make a potion?"

"I imagine it will be a more complicated task than that, but essentially, yes. However, to be able to work on it effectively, she will need to be able to join us in Skyrim for at least a year's time, unless she devises an antidote sooner. Just to compensate her for the work, I can offer to pay all of the debts both you and Ariel have in the city, and help make sure your businesses remain stable in that time." Meesei explained. 

Rukeewei stared ahead blankly, his expression doing little to hide the conflict within him. "That is...a lot of coin. But, what will all of this entail?" He began, turning to Ariel and grabbing her hand in both of his. "I don't want to lose you for a whole year. Even more with travel. To imagine you across the world, surrounded by lycans...I would worry myself to death."