Kaleeth looked down at her arm and ran a claw over one of the vines. [i]"Well, I don't know how it all works, but I remember them using this really sharp reed to...well, 'stab' the ink into my scales doesn't really sound right. I know they use the reed to get the ink under the scales to draw the marks. They also use some magic to make it all go faster."[/i]

Thorantilth briefly interrupted them by bringing Julan a small clay bowl filled with a light red liquid. [i]"Please drink this. It will last a while, and help your body recover."[/i] He instructed before joining in on the conversation as well. [i]"The magic is not strictly necessary, but quite helpful. It could take weeks of sessions to finish marks as large and detailed as those without it. And do not worry about the pain; a mild potion can numb you enough that you will hardly feel it."[/i]

[i]"Wow, this all sounds like...a really big deal. I didn't even think about all of this before."[/i] Julan commented, still seeming somewhat nervous. 

Soon after, there was another interruption, this time from the hut's entrance. Peering in around the door's curtain was the face of Hal-Leeus, who spoke somewhat hesitantly. [i]"Hello, um...can I come in too?"[/i]

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Ahnasha had been anticipating the question to come up eventually. She might have told Fendros on her own beforehand, were it not for the general regret she felt at the situation as a whole. Regardless, she answered quickly and directly. "Yes, one man. He did not take it well, I believe because he was frightened and trying to flee before dying. The bandits were not terribly disciplined. They did not have lookouts, and between my arrows and atronachs, I killed most of them in just the first few moments. Rhazii performed well, and did not hesitate when in the midst of a fight, when he was in danger. But, I could see he felt guilty. I did talk to him after that, explain things, and it looked like it worked. He calmed down, until I killed the Khajiit."