Fendros had not really been involved in Ahnasha's necromantic research for while. Part of him wanted to know more about what Ahnasha was doing and another part was afraid what it might be. For a while he did not pry, so this was the first he had heard of it from Ahnasha for months. Although he knew little to nothing of necromancy save for what he had read in the tome himself, Fendros could understand where Ahnasha was coming from.

"There's no knowing exactly what the machinations of Daedric princes are," Fendros said in a mediocre attempt to console Ahnasha, "For now, we'll just keep an eye out for opportunities. If any Bretons lie in that future, all we can be is wary."

Now that the opportunity to talk about it came up, Fendros decided to find out more about Ahnasha's learning. He looked at her directly from where he lay, "What kinds of things have you been doing with your research, anyway? I haven't really been keeping up. Honestly, I have been...a little concerned about the smell of cadavers." Fendros' tone perhaps underplayed the true levels of concern, but if Ahnasha didn't want to share, he wouldn't mind his turned eye being blind for a little longer.