Kaleeth's barred teeth started to turn into a macabre grin as she satisfied her anger through choking Janius, but as her beast spirit's anger diminished, the rational part of her mind recognized what she was doing. Immediately, she dropped both Janius and her wooden sword and took a few steps back, shocked at her own actions. She looked at Janius with her mouth agape, her expression full of regret and fear of what might had happened had she not stopped. 

"I...no, I'm sorry...I just...I couldn't..." Kaleeth stammered incoherently before quickly turning and running out of the room in shame. She didn't care about the cultists watching her as she ran back to her room. Back in the guest rooms, Lorag, having finished maintaining their blades, was standing in the hall trying to figure out some other way to pass the time. He saw Kaleeth running back in tears, which was honestly becoming a normal sight. Since they were in the lair of a group of murderous cultists, he figured it wasn't the best time for one of her outbursts, so he tried putting himself in front of her to stop her, but she readily brushed him aside and ran into her room. 

Lorag grumbled after being forced into the wall. "I swear, I'll never get used to that."

For their second round, Ahnasha stuck with strategies she was more familiar with, but still tried to mix up her attacks. For his jabs, instead of blocking, she redirected them to less-sensitive parts of her body while retaliating with strikes of her own. When he struck her knee, she shoved him back to throw him just as off-balance as she was. Through their fight, the pair attracted the attention of an onlooker. It wasn't Vinaremo, but it was someone close. 

"Hmm, you two certainly put on a show." The man commented. It was the Argonian male that always seemed to be with Vinaremo: Orskan-Tan. 

Upon Orskan's intrusion, Ahnasha and Fendros halted their fight. She gave him a distrustful gaze, though she tried not to appear threatening. "Look, we just want to spar. We don't want any trouble like yesterday." 

Orskan held up his hands and shook his head lightly. "Calm down, I am not an arrogant kaoc always looking to prove himself like Vinaremo. I am merely satisfying my curiosity."

"I'm right here, Orsk." Another, mildly frustrated voice sounded out from behind him. 

"Yes, I'm well-aware." Orskan retorted to Vinaremo, who was a short distance away practicing breaking one of the wards. "That Altmer has not changed for the past hundred years that I've known him."

Ahnasha cocked her head to the side slightly. "Hundred years? You don't look like a vampire." 

Orskan gave a slight huff. "That would be because I am not. There are other ways to stay alive than becoming a creature of the night."

"So, you found a method of arcane life extention?" Ahnasha reasoned. Her curiosity was, quite suddenly, piqued. Suddenly, she did not seem too concerned with how dangerous this Argonian could potentially be. "What method is that, if I may ask?"

"Oh, now you have gotten him started." Vinaremo quipped in the distance. 

Orskan's expression turned to a grin. "Curious about my work, are you? It is necromancy, of course, as is any magic that gives life where there should be none. Souls can be used for much, much more than just putting a magic effect on some trinket."

"Really? That sounds interesting. How much about that would you be willing to tell?" Ahnasha asked with genuine curiosity and excitement in her eyes. At the mere prospect of learning about life extension, she seemed to completely disregard caution. The fact that this cultist could not be trusted, or could have ulterior motives, did not appear to register in her mind. All she could focus on was learning more about how he had managed to overcome his natural lifespan.