The spinning blades that sprung from the ground earlier on had put the front line of the warband in two minds regarding the lift in front of them. On one hand, the trap worked after however many hundreds of years since the dwemer disappeared, so the lift was likely to be as reliable. On the other hand, it might kill them anyway.

Fendros itched at the back of his head as he looked at the stone platform. "Is there some way to test it without being on it?"

With more confidence, Janius pointed to a lever in the centre of the platform. "I'm guessing that's what makes it go. We could try it with a rope if someone doesn't mind walking on the thing."

The silence that followed didn't fill Janius with certainty. "I mean, I could do it, but..." He came to a realisation and looked to Meesei. "You can levitate, right alpha?"

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"Hey," Gallus responded with gruff objection. He took Peiter's shoulder with one gloved hand. "Don't go putting yourself down like that. The truth is that everyone understands that one arm is going to set you back. Despite that, you're still helping out. When you go ahead and put forth the effort, especially when you've got a handicap like this, people notice. It's appreciated." He smiled and let go to step back. He turned to the tree again.

"As for learning magic, that'll be great for you, I think." Gallus tossed another knife with just as much accuracy as before. "It'll keep you busy and focussed." Another knife knocked into the tree. Gallus turned his smiling head back to Peiter again. "But, whatever you end up doing, I'll be here to help you however I can. If there's anything you need, anything at all, don't be afraid to ask."

After pausing to throw his last knife again, Gallus spoke up again. "So, about magic. What do you think you'd like to do with it? I don't know much about it, but I know that people tend to specialise."