Uriel burst out from the inn - a mixture of determination and urgency in his stride. All he could think about was what was before them - he and his strange new companions. If that was the emergency inside the inn, what in Nirn could be outside? The adrenaline from the encounter with the vampire also pushed him forward, but as he stepped out into the cool night air, he felt a searing pain in his hand and arm. As he emerged from the shadows and stood under the bright moonlight, he realised the extent of the damage. Blisters now covered his hand and arm, and the heat emanating from the wounds as the met the icy bite of the outdoors made him wince in pain. “Shit,” he gasped out, grabbing at the part of his arm that was unburned, squeezing down hard. “Shit,” he said again, before looking up and forward, his eyes locking towards the woman before him. “Another one of you,” he shouted out - despite his pain and situation, ready again to fight if he had to. Then, he simply stopped in his tracks. Her eyes were glowing more red, enticing, soothing - calming. Sure enough, the pain in his arm began to subside and then he realised that in that minor few seconds she had closed the distance between them and held her hand just above his arm. A slight glow emanated from her fingertips and magicka dripped from her palm like golden tears. Just enough to numb the pain for now. “Silence child, I am not of their ilk.” Her voice was [i]off[/i], like it wasn’t coming from her lips, despite the fact he saw her mouth move. It was as if the voice was around them. Each of them would feel the voice in their head. She stepped back, looking out into the chaos - at those who chose to fight - at the growing flames in the town. The mage was interesting. She smirked. “My name is Eris. Time is calling for us to leave.” "This one is right," Eris said, indicating to Imare as she turned on her heel to face the path ahead, clear of destruction. “Gather your things, we must retreat to the Temple. The rest of Anvil is lost now, it’s [i]His[/i] domain.