An Enchanting Tale

ut with his friends and siblings stirring up all sorts of trouble. While they tried to stow away on silt striders, large insects utilized for the purposes of traveling long

e back of the head followed by the derogatory

y hair on his head, and a gray-blue complexion, took a job as an inventory manager for a local union

enough. Although he did learn a great deal about enchantments, the dunmer's curiosity was never satiated. His knowledge of over fifty enchantments was a testament to the fact that knowledge led only to more curiosity, and that le

" S'maas

ned with the skull of a three-eyed beast, several candles, and a misty, green bauble

ow?" he

us. Rosoleola winced as he returned his steady gaze to his journal. He remained quiet, absorbed, so S'maash stirred nerv

ish question?" The altmer's voi

ing notes for these past, seven years. Along the way, I have rea

ith contempt. He pushed an errant s

babbling abo

ty to damage an opponent by merely standing adjacent him without so much as

ting. The boy stood under torchlight with his feet firmly planted on the sto

robes before answering. "Well no

he forces of magicka in the workshop, casting shadows of the banners and tapestries depicting the progression of arcane studies, yet the elf kept his gaze

erienced by the aged. "Get back to work. You have better things to do than question magickal theory. Go make sure all th

nspiring. Rosoleola eyed the boy, who nodded and left. Truthfully, the old elf was impres

in the storage room when the argonian, Barters-with-Whispers, walked in. "Dunm

aced out. He looked upon her. Barters-with-Whispers was ancient and decrepit; faded

, Ma

rgeous mahogany with darkened hues of deep brown. Massive, wooden shelving lined the walls of the library. Each shelf was filled from one end to th

scanning over the pages, he saw the name Volendrung, an ancient w

ayabout?" Barters-with-Whispers

weak smile, picked the tome from the floor, and replaced it on the shelf before grab

nearly impossible to detect emotional cues in their faces

s, " S'ma

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diately ran out of the study, down the hall, and back to the arcane enchanter, where Rosoleo

" S'maash

he old elf didn't

e closest, d

, should be Da

ts. I have to know how they we

desperation. "What nonsense are you spout

er, no I don't. I n

se the twinge of aggravation, he had not expected understanding, much less the concern for his safety. "You really care about enchanting don't you? I've watched you, you know? You've come a long way in a short time, " the old elf s

s astonished. "Th

coin purse. "Don't get yourself killed! You have a brilliant mind, but I fear th

u again, " S'maash rep

shop. He crossed the paved road to a large, stone building, the home base of the Reyda Tong, which was a so

he knocked on the wooden doors. A sign above read: Reyda Tong Fighters. The door

me in, brother, "

ance on my pay. I need to hire a f

er and much stockier. His thick, gray hair g

What has he got y

magick. As you well know, I've been enthralled with the mysteries of enchanting f

's office was bedecked with amazing tapestries depicting its own history, a much, more, violent one. Further i

mple nod of the head. The dunmer brothers took seats on a cushioned bench between a rack of mead and a rack wea

s to hire us for a trip into D

e straps of her iron breastplat

it while she snipped. "We

nt, " S'maash

" the imper

ted as he pulled the string on the pouch. He poured

ghter died down, he took his glare off his comrades to look at his brother to ask how l

mb for twenty five gold, boy,

at his brother

w? I'll see what we can do, "

slow one. Night had just settled in before he arrived at his front door. He heard the chirps of insects fo

together. The young elf busied himself with dinner for the two. Not long

n with Fara, " he yelled

rom the kitchen.

ay claim to any profitable artif

'd like to set out

the imperial, will join us as well as Fara. It will

cour