"We have many practice weapons available, even something like the swords that are popular with outsiders. I will bring at least one of each. Unless your preference is for something especially exotic, you should be able to pick something you are comfortable with. I will go collect them now while we await your opponent." Thorantilth answered reassuringly as he stepped away back towards the village.

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Zharanthixil was sitting on his knees as if meditating with his back to the door when Janius entered, and his daughter close behind. He was not wearing his armor as he was before, revealing a dozen or so heavy scars along his back, consistent with marks from a whip or lash. Like most Argonian huts, the interior was open and mostly plain, apart from a few decorative tapestries. The only exception were seven of what appeared to be shrines positioned evenly along the walls. They consisted of feathers and animal skins arranged around a wooden stake, each with an Argonian skull resting on top. 

The moment Zharanthixil heard someone enter, he turned around, locked eyes with Janius, and immediately bared his teeth. "I did not invite you into my home." He warned with an agitated glare.