Peiter was able to feel what Sabine was doing, but it was not nearly as easy to understand as he had hoped it would be. The magicka almost seemed to disappear before the light was formed, and he could not make sense of why or how the spell even worked. Nevertheless, he tried to mimic it. He focused on manipulating the magicka in the same way as Sabine, but no light was being formed. He got to the point where the magicka disappeared, but did not know what to do from there. There was a part of spellcasting he was missing, and he knew it. 

"I feel like I'm missing something...fundamental to all of this. I can manipulate the magicka, I can charge it now, but I just can't make the light. I'm close though, I can feel it. Maybe with some more practice, it might start to make sense. But maybe we should rest for now, though. This is surprisingly exhausting for me. Not physically, but...I guess magically. But, thank you. Really, this means a lot to me." He said.

La'khay smiled and reached over to place her hand on Tzirret's shoulder. "Of course, there's no way you're going to a brothel. That would just be silly...since La'khay can just give you the same service herself." She said with a chuckle. Of course, she was merely teasing him, but he did not need to know that yet. 

Colors laughed and decided to continue before Tzirret had a chance to respond. "You all already know me, but as for my history? Well, I've been called many things in my life. A good-looking rogue, a dashing scoundrel, but in reality, I was but a humble handsome trader. I worked on the seas, even had my own ship. It was just a schooner, but it was mine. My work involved, uh, finding goods that were in need in one place and hard to acquire, finding them in another place, then trading between the two."

"He was a smuggler." Do'ajee interrupted bluntly.  

"Ah, such a harsh term. I was an...extralegal entrepreneur." Colors retorted. 

Thinking back to the previous night, Kaleeth commented on a detail she noticed. "A smuggler, you say? I thought you said yesterday that you couldn't fight?" She asked as she took a drink. It was much sweeter than she had anticipated, but she supposed that was her fault for not expecting such from a Khajiit drink. 

"Yes, but you see, the best smuggler is one who doesn't [i]have[/i] to fight." Colors explained. "Sadly, I lost my ship when I turned. One of my crew must've been turned at some point on land, because she transformed during the full moons and nearly killed all of us. Only myself and my first mate survived, at first. He died later from his wounds, and the ship crashed against an outcropping of rocks during the fight."