With an legitimate smile, Qara'Sion smiled. "Thank you Elayna, I just wish we had more to add to it-"

His mismatched blue and gold eyes widened as the argonian spoke back to the khajiit. [i]"Gods dammit Blade, didn't I just say not to let it get the best of you!?[/i] Speechless and frozen. Qara'Sion only watched his back as Blade left the tower on his own. And immediately after, the female orc followed suit. Time slowed down for the khajiit, wondering in confusion as his blue eye squinted as to why she left...

Then his blue eye widened. [i]"Blade is out there! You bloody idiot!'[/i] He cursed at himself in his head. Just as he wanted to avoid happening. Livid himself at this point, He wanted to know the truth about the college, he wanted to find his brother, he wanted to have loyal allies by his side. He wanted change. And none of those subjects were happening. Not surprising in the least bit for him. 

Gritting his teeth, Qara'Sion took the dwemer staff off of his back and quickly grabbed his long leather cloak; putting it on and not bothering to pull the hood on his head. It was long for him, going down to his shins... but at least it would keep him dry.

...Paying attention to how long his cloak was far more enjoyable than dealing with the cradle of idiocy. But Qara'Sion knew he had to control it. Without a word, and hungry, he slung the dwemer staff over his shoulder again out of force of habit and left the tower after the elf Valsiore. Immediately as he arrived at the scene, he stood behind but far away enough of Urzoth and pointed a finger at her, his hand glowing coldly with an arrogant stance. He would force her to back off of Blade if need be, however as he shifted his eyes, he saw as Valsiore was using his own magic to calm them down. 

Despite his age and experience, if he couldn't deal with the two of them, Qara'Sion would.