Anthanes nodded as he climbed up the ladder, closing and hiding the trapdoor behind him and Anara. They left the mages' guild and went back to the Rat in the Pot.

Sel managed a smile at Konrad's joke.

"Yeah...that would be interesting."

Konrad looked at Celia. "Hey you usually come up with st...good ideas. Got any?" he asked.

Anthanes smirked at Konrad. Though the battlemage wondered why he wasn't the one to be consulted earlier.

(OOC: What did happen to that sword, anyway? Does someone has it? *does not remember* Forgive my bad memory. I will edit if the sword was destroyed or something.)

Celia shrugged. "Not much really, besides what everyone is thinking of : Ice magic..." She turned to Sel. "Wait a minute, whatever happened to that... sword that froze Niran? Who has it now? Or did someone throw it over-board when we sailed to Dagon Fel?" She put her hands on her chin. "Besides that, I cannot think of anything else... I wonder how Megil is doing in Vivec?"

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"Jonacin has it." Sel answered about the sword.

Celia looked confused. "I thought it was too dangerous to... Maybe we can... Never mind." She sat down in a chair next to Serene. "I wonder if mister Kitty is less, er, drunk, right now?"

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Anthanes offered the chair at the table where they'd been sitting to Anara, again only sitting down after she did.

"Glad it's Jonacin to be using that cursed sword..." , he remarked quietly.

"what were you going to say?" Sel pressed - sometimes horrible ideas turned out to be good ones in times like these...

Celia shrugged. "It is a stupid idea... I was thinking if we could get an experienced mage to figure out how to get rid of the curse or find a way to use it against those machine-things--" She stopped herself. "But that is just too dumb, so forget it..."

She leaned way over towards Fenris. "Is it safe to talk to mister Kitty now?"

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"It is a good idea, but finding a mage other than Arcyakt that can take the curse away would be the problem."

Sel really wanted a drink right now, but didn't want to risk getting drunk this close to a fight.

"I aint drunk," V'anul remarked as he came upstairs. Which was a sort of lie, he had a good deal to drink, he just hada better consitution than the Armigers.



"If he can handle Lycanthropy, i'm sure he can handle a little liqour," Fenris said.

Jonacin found his gaze drawn to the sword at his side, the one they had taken from Ald Daedroth. He knew it was cursed, but he also knew it was going to have to be used if they were to have any hope of victory. He just hoped that because Dwemer Constructs weren't truly "alive", the curse wouldn't do anything

Konrad drew his sword again and coninued his trainng, leaping over tables and smashing glasses with his blade.

(OOC: Was distracted by relative, sorry.)

Celia winced as Konrad continued his training. Quite noisy, not to mention energy-draining. I hope he will have enough energy to fight... We need all of the fighters we can get.

She was distracted as V'anul came upstairs. "Hello, mister Kitty!" she greeted as she wrapped her arms around his large frame and buried her face in his furry chest.

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"Hello Celia," V'anul said with a amused grin.

Anthanes rolled his eyes at Konrad. "Showoff."

The half-dunmer gave a nod to the imposing Khajiit, giving him an appraising stare.

Celia pulled her face from his chest, looking sad. "I didn't get a chance to meet the bug-peoples in Sadrith Mora again..." She suddenly grinned. "They and those golden-masked peoples always called me 'scum' in the past, which I think is funny."

She playfully pounded the large Khajiit's shoulder. "Soooo, mister Kitty, are you going to 'kick some boat', as the Nord say?"

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Jonacin rose to his feet and walked out of the Inn, seeking some time to himself, and silence. He walked to the wall and stood on the battlements above the gate, looking out over the land around. Soon the area would be filled with constructs and soldiers, and the silence would be broken by the clash of weapons, the shouts of fighting soldiers, and the screams of the injured and dying.

Konrad sheathed his sword, then promptly fel to the ground and slept.