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Kalon slowly turned round to look at the person that had almost plowed into him, doing his best not to send whoever it was flying backwards with an offensive spell, and found that it was a Dunmer man who looked to be in his sixties. Letting out a slight scoff at his apology, and incompetence in general, Kalon stepped away from the dark elf and stood near the left side of the buildings main entrance, just under the edge of the roof and slightly behind a weathered post to which one would tie a horses reigns. That way he was at least somewhat sheltered from any potential attacks coming from the surrounding woods by the structure itself, be they magical or physical, and partially hidden from view as well. Last thing he needed was for members of the order to find him now. It was far too soon in his preplanned timeline for that to happen. He needed at least another couple of weeks or so in order to locate the knowledge he was after, and even then he still had to perform the ritual itself...

Kalon shook his head slightly and cut off that line of thought. He had planned this for years. Everything would fall into place in due time. Until then he just had to survive and avoid being found.

Letting out a barely audible sigh, Kalon crossed his arms and shifted his attention back to the Dunmer from earlier, deciding to strike up a conversation with the man by offering his own [I]"thoughts"[/I] on Flavia's ex-legionary status. Perhaps he could loosen the elf up with some friendly chatter and get him to reveal something about himself or his past that could be used as a means of blackmail later on.

"I don't know." He said emotionlessly. "But if I had to guess, I'd say it had something to do with her...[I]attitude.[/I]"