"Of course, of course," Fendros nodded attentively to Orskan's words as he handed the dagger and the satchel back to him. Once Fendros had the tome in his hands, he opened it up to a page near the middle and confirmed for himself the language. It would be no problem for him, at least. Dunmeris was written in daedric script after all. Fendros closed the book and looked up to Orskan, taking a breath in through his mouth and nodding one last time. "Orskan, for all the experiments that go on in this place, all the reputation Molag Bal has, you've truly done us a kindness." Fendros put a hand on his shoulder and held onto him gratefully, "I cannot thank you enough, and I wish you all the best." Fendros lips formed a pursed smile, and he patted the cultist on the back, "Come, I'm sure Ahnasha would like to express her gratitude as well before we leave."