Ariel's smile faded upon mention of Marcaille having a cure for lycanthropy. It remained that way, with her staring at Marcaille almost to the point of being strange. That was, until Marcaille paused to allow her to answer.

"Right, um..." Ariel blinked rapidly and cleared her throat. "Well, that is the fundamental principle with alchemy." Ariel forgot whatever the rest of that chain of thought was meant to be in an instant. "I would love to know about those cures you have. For...curiosity's sake, mostly. I worked hard to try and find the same on my own. Without as much time or Daedric assistance, granted."

Ariel's chest slowly rose as she silently pondered how to appropriately put her next question. "How did you come to be a witch in a lycan clan? If I may ask?"

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The forges were one place that Janius wished he could stay close to the most, while at the same time being uncomfortably overheated in their presence. Such was the norm if he was ever out in the cold of Skyrim for long enough. The forge fires gave off a heat that made him forget that snow would ever exist when he stood nearby.

Janius wasn't immediately sure what to make of Skuln. There was no reason to believe that he was doing anything wrong, but he seemed ill-at-ease around Kaleeth. He might have simply been busy. At that thought, Janius hoped that he wasn't simply trying to get rid of Kaleeth by making her the same armour as he had for everyone else. Janius palmed his purse just in case the extra effort to put in would have to be compensated.

"Kaleeth, love," Janius asked with a half-smile. "What was it, exactly, that this man offered you before we left? He seems to be very busy, like all the other smiths here." He turned his head to the other work stations. "We might pay him if he's going to go out of his way for you."