"You're right. My name is Alleria Goldenglow, Grandmaster of the Order of Golden Twilight... sister to Farandare, back when she too bore that name, before she became known as Farandare the Scarlet. We have stepped in as this world's primary defenders against the vampire menace ever since the Dawnguard... well... they were prepared to deal with vampires, but they weren't prepared to deal with Farandare. You already know Serana, my associate. This is Erandur, my second-in-command."
The man in Ebony armor removes his helmet, revealing the face of a possibly familiar Dunmer priest of Mara.
"Our mage is Paligorn. He had set out on a very bad path, but we were able to turn him to the light. This unfortunate Orsimer is known as Yamarz. We... didn't manage to steer him in the right direction. Not while he was alive. And this is our companion Whitefang." The dog barks.
"Even if I had any ambition of claiming the throne for myself, I would hope that after this nightmare, it would take a while before the people of Skyrim accepted a new vampire queen," she smiles. "As for the next step... may I see your sword for a second?" she asks Awkeff.
Awkeff's eyes narrow. She grasps Tenebrae by the hilt and holds it firmly... then unsheathes it and holds it out to Alleria, refusing to let go of it.
"One wrong move..."
Coming off her adrenaline high from the end of the battle against Farandare, she finds herself running out of the energy and presence of mind to make threats.
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Viserys breathes a sigh of relief upon learning that Alleria's desire to stop Farandare seemed to be genuine.
"I'm Viserys, by the way. This is my wife, Awkeff. You'll have to forgive our skepticism, it's been a very trying day for us both."
He puts an arm around Awkeff, hoping to help calm her down a little.
"It's already forgiven. Likewise for my late intervention." She runs her hand over the flat of Tenebrae's blade, then looks into the glowing "eye" of energy, as if hypnotized. "It's somehow connected to that monstrosity wielded by my sister, is it? But there is more... something else about this enchantment. Some kind of call... a summons. Do you feel it?"
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"I'm... unsure. It was forged by a companion of ours, she'd likely know more about its secrets than myself. However, by the same token, it was forged from beings of a plane further from our versions of Skyrim than even the Arena, so..."
Awkeff pauses. She feels some kind of resonance. An echo, as it were.
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.""There's only one place where I've felt this sort of energy before. You are going to need to go to the Soul Cairn. I can't tell whether the sword is calling you there or whether something in it is calling you through the sword, but the end result is unmistakable. Though, there is a small problem..."
"Passing into the Cairn would be the least of your problems. Unfortunately, the only entrance is through Volkihar Castle. And this is where we have to pick out poison. Strolling in through the front gate would obviously be met with heavy resistance and alert Farandare. Trying to cut through the Undercroft seems like the optimal solution, but... something lurks down there. The dirty laundry of Farandare's reign, if you can even call it that, considering that the entirety of her reign is bloodstained."
"Understandable. Serana will see to it that you be transported back to the Arena if you wish so. I would advise the two of you to let me know the kind of enchantments you prefer, spells you use, and so on. While you rest and gather your associates, I can try to craft some apparel that might allow you to stand a slightly better chance against Farandare's full power here. Serana is right in that she ultimately needs to be killed in this world. I have already begun conceiving a plan to corner her, but we shall discuss this in due time. Not to mention, her tame dragon will have to be dealt with as well."
"I think she was referring to Ridley, Fahliil Lokaliin," Viserys says to Awkeff. "So far as we know, that bloodthirsty snowback doesn't have any other dragons at her disposal."
He looks back to Alleria and begins listing off the requested information
"Enchantments that boost damage and defense, primarily Destruction magic, and mostly weapons like swords and axes, though I'm no stranger to archery."
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She nods and creates her own portal, which Serana beckons them through. If they follow, they will find themselves inside the Temple of the Divines in Solitude.
Alleria stops in front of the Shrine of Mara to pray, alongside Erandur, while Serana escorts the two to a small obelisk with a green shifting shine on top of it. As she touches it, they are all teleported to the corresponding part of the Arena Skyrim.
Back in Skyrim, Awkeff wastes little time.
"Bron Lokaliin, I suggest you try to fetch Lucina and her companions. The immortal bruiser, effective as he may be in combat, is liable to disrupt the stealth aspect of a mission into the Undercroft. I will seek out Reyna, and the boy named Tanjiro. Are we in agreement?"
She prepares a wings potion.
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.""That is why we need to keep our allies with us, going forward."
Awkeff pauses.
"If you want to bring the strong one along as a security measure, perhaps you and him could take some time to create a rudimentary Shout that can summon him instantly, something like your Wyvernrend mixed with Call of Valor."
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"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."

As realization sets in, all Awkeff can think is, Well, at least she has a relative who's NOT a total scumbag...
"So what's the next step?"
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."