Janius shook his head. "No, I think we covered just about everything," he said. "We'll let you be now. Don't stay up too late." He stood up and looked to Kaleeth. "Unless there's anything you wanted to bring up?"

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"Oh, uh, yeah, I...won it in a competition," Fendros improvised. "It's heavy but I'm rather fond of it. Dwemer metal is more abundant in Skyrim with the ruins clustered around but...excuse me."

He leaned in to hear Ahnasha when she caught his attention. Fendros pursed his lips. "I think so," he whispered back. "Not too many times, unfortunately."

Monderyn did not have much of a target to set up. Most of the time was spent picking a tree that faced an upward ridge safe enough to fire into. He carved out a few circles in its bark with a knife.

"Do you mind if I try?" Llarasa spoke across to Ahnasha and Fendros. "I've never touched any Dwemer metal outside of jewellery. I'm curious to know what a bow made of it is like."

Fendros took a second to get over his surprise. "You can take a look if you like. Just don't pull too hard."

Llarasa was already on her feet and hiking up her dress to walk up to them. "Why? Is it an antique?" She asked as Fendros handed it to her.

"Yes, but it's not that, it's..." He trailed off at Llarasa's attempt to test the bow's draw.

She audibly struggled to pull it more than two inches. She undrew it with a wince, shaking off her fingers. "Are you hunting dragons with this, brother?"