Tsleeixth’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw a magic anomaly rush out of the door, knocking back a poor sailor who had just finished his climb. He winced a little as the sound of crushing bones carried all the way up to the door’s threshold, letting out a soft sigh. Shaking his head, he refocused once more onto the task at hand “Magic anomalies, what the hell happened here?” He muttered to himself as he looked on the remains of one of the anomalies, having heard tales of them but never expected to see one in his life. He had heard tales of them from other members of the college, true, but he had never expected to see them in his life. “[i]What's going on here? Are these anomalies a result of whatever sunk Winterhold, or is it something the mages of the College did?[/i]” He thought to himself, still processing the presence of the anomalies. 

He followed the rest of the group into the next chamber, holding his sword in one hand while in the other he readied a spell. Combat with the anomalies in the chamber soon began, Tsleeixth easily killing one with his sword while a second one fell to a lightning strike spell and a finishing blow from his sword. He followed Farid along the other chambers of the College, his heart beating in his chest and his head swarming with unanswered questions. What had destroyed the city? Was whatever had destroyed it the cause of the anomalies? What was the state of the surviving mages? This among other questions distracted him as they walked through the chambers and, as such, he nearly bumped into one of the sailors that went with them once they reached the trapdoor.

He looked over as Farid scrambled up the ladder first, following shortly after along with the rest. He took a sharp breath of the cold air, his lips curling upwards in a smile as he felt the blizzard wash over him; he had grown used to the cold weather of Winterhold and it took him a rather short time to get used to the cold climate once again, even though he still felt the occasional shiver due to the cold, unlike his other comrades whom seemed to be having a harder time than him coping with the climate. Tsleeixth turned to look around the courtyard and was pleasantly surprised to find someone alive, although he felt a pang of annoyance at the man’s irreverent attitude and coy words. He let out a sigh at Sevine’s words, rubbing his forehead gently, debating on if he should comment on what Sevine had said or not “Excuse us, but we’ve been through difficult times lately and we are in no mood for jests” He finally said to the mage, extending his hand in greeting “My name’s Tsleeixth, former member of the College” Said the Argonian as a manner of introduction, hoping that the fact that he had once been part of the College would be of some help. “Do you have any idea what happened? What made Winterhold sink into the sea of ghosts?” He asked curiously, hoping that the man in front of him finally had some answers.