"Thanks Lorag," Fendros said, tapping Lorag on the arm and heading for the rooms. He didn't knock on the door, rather he carefully opened it and entered. Retrieving the books from his bag and setting them down on the dresser. He didn't want to wake Rhazii or Ahnasha if they had found the time to rest.

Sabine replied with a bit more comfort, "I'm from Morrowind. We travelled from there, but we went through Cyrodiil as well."

Calls seemed especially interested. "Ah, wonderful. I have always wanted to travel so. There are many ingredients that I wish to experiment more with. One was...Roobrush, I think. The dry shrub. I only bought the dried amount from the caravan. It helped with agility with what I found, but not enough to find all it would do."

Sabine nodded more enthusiastically, "I remember that. I only found some, but what I found was only for use in poisons."

"Well, the caravan owner told me that it is no longer poison when dried. Very useful."

Before anyone knew it, the two alchemists were off in their own world. Sabine conversed with the woman so naturally on the subject that her previous sub-standard social skills almost seemed to disappear. Weetnam was the first to remark, [i]"I think they have found their own language to speak. Even when my wife talks about alchemy in Jel, I cannot understand her."[/i]

[i]"Perhaps practice with Cyrodilic will help anyway."[/i] Tricks said, turning to Meesei, "I am mage, I work for city to...defend. Not many mage here, all in colleges and guilds. What are your interests?"