Niran spoke the words Shakur had taught him and a medium sized ball of fire appeared in his hand. He juggled it for a few moments before it disappeared.
Anthanes grins, paying for his flin and taking a seat, being careful to sit far, FAR away from Niran just in case. He begins sipping from his flin, not really having anything to say.
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Slackers of the world, unite!
"And, brave Romans, remember this above all: The owls have promised me help in this fight, how can we lose?!" - R:TW
Anthanes snickers. "Well, it seems that there are stranger people than me walking the face of Vvardenfell. Who would've thought?" He says between sips of flin.
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Slackers of the world, unite!
"And, brave Romans, remember this above all: The owls have promised me help in this fight, how can we lose?!" - R:TW
Megil laughed, "glad to see you have loosened up, and looks to me like you are already becoming more humble, but if you wish i will gladly aid in teaching you humbleness."
"Now anthanes, I must compliment you on your powerful magic in the last battle, despite how risky it was for you to bring forth a dremora. You would indeed make a formidable opponent."
OOC: i would say its probably late in the afternoon, since megil and Anthanes have both take naps, and Sel and Niran have had a rather engaged conversation.
Anthanes grins. "Why thank you. Do keep it quiet about the dremora, though. There are many in these parts who, ah, do not really like the school of Conjuration."
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Slackers of the world, unite!
"And, brave Romans, remember this above all: The owls have promised me help in this fight, how can we lose?!" - R:TW