Depending on the individual, first time experiencing the concoctions of the Forenya Bosmeri varied greatly. Once Daelin allowed a boy in Riften to have a bite, and the end result was more than five-hundred Septims of property damage. The polar opposite was not unheard of either, for some felt absolutely nothing after ingesting the herbs. Utu-ja was somewhere in the middle, and it sort of speaks for Daelin's growing alchemical proficiency. 

If the mixture did indeed clear Utu's mind, then his decision was made. Just as he said, Daelin would respect it either way. Though he did notice the Argonian's tail ceased to twitch, which meant that a weight was lifted off his shoulder, or something like that. Quite frankly, Daelin would never understand the role tails played with the beastfolks. Tsleeixth did the same, so it must be significant. 

"Of course." He acknowledged as Utu positioned himself out of the way. Just as they had finished, the trio of scouts from the noon party appeared on the anterior of his tent. Daelin nodded at Utu-ja, seeing him back to work again, and walked out while leaving the bowl with remaining herbs for the Argonian.

"Ah, finally. You have the spade?" He could heard faintly outside, talking to the scouts. "Good, can't tell you how many snares we dug out with that." 
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While Jorwen talked, Keegan split his attention on the fire and studying the Nord's face. There were surprisingly amounts of similarities between the fire and Jorwen's expressions. Besides both being colored in fierce red, both were also tired but still burned with lingering vigor. "Fought in the Great War, you say?" Keegan noted with a cock of his head. Taking several large swigs of tea and feeling the warmth spread to his extremities.

"Glad you enjoyed it, the tea, of course." Between Jorwen's words, Keegan had drained most of his cup. So when the Nord finished talking, he reached to the kettle again, pouring himself only halfway full and presented the extra to Jorwen. 

"You know, I also saw a few battles during the War, in Hammerfell." Keegan didn't exactly tell too many people of this particular part of his past. Well, since Jorwen tried to open up and asked him the same, he might as well have to; damned Nords and their honesty. "Not as a soldier though. I was young and foolish then; quarreled with my family on Auridon and managed to stowaway on a naval vessel." 

"Next thing I knew, I was snagged up as a prisoner of war." Keegan continued. Back then, he was probably of similar age as Jorwen. But human tend to live fast and die young, while Keegan looked physically indifferent from the young man two decades prior, Jorwen most likely underwent significant metamorphosis, for better or worse. Appearance up front can be deceiving though, as Keegan doubt he encountered any less of what life could offer. "But here I am, and it looks like my fortune didn't improve much in between. But I presume you aren't the lucky one either, or anyone else here is, for that matter."

"Anyways, sounds like an interview here with that Maduras fellow." Somehow, Maduras was just coming their way at this moment. Keegan sighed, the last thing they needed right now was another interview. "And speak of the daedra."

"We should report in, figure Daelin's waiting on us." He suggested and also led the way to Daelin's tent. In transit though, they came by Dumhuvud harassing a new recruit, a sadly familiar scene for Keegan. "Here goes that ruffian again." Speaking to Jorwen, Keegan pointed to the harassed party, a young Breton woman looking utterly out of her place. "Someone should do something, for her sake."