Janius stopped by them all on his way walking out. "I'm going to have a look around," he mentioned, "I won't be long."

When Janius reached the main streets, he squinted his eyes and started in the direction of the market district. He wanted to have a quick peruse of the books on sale, if there was a bookshop, but he also wanted to familiarise himself with more of the city. It didn't take long to find the markets, but he immediately realised his mistake as he tried to read the daedric runes they used on the signs. With a frustrated sigh, he spend longer than he would care to admit poking his head into various shops to see if they sold books, catching many a rolling eye from the locals. He had an embarrassing feeling that he was playing the part of a typical Imperial foreigner, something very close to the truth.

About the sixth store he tried was one that smelled rather odd before he opened the door. A quick look around quickly revealed what he had stumbled into. Bottles, jars, ingredients. There was even an attractive auburn haired Breton woman over the counter looking at him from across the room. Janius stood dumbstruck for enough moments for the Breton to speak. "Welcome to Montgrave remedies, Imperial. Please, come in." She spoke Cyrodiilic with an awfully familiar voice. In fact, judging not only by her appearance and her voice, but also by the name of the shop, Janius deduced that there was more to this apothecary than Runt had said.

Janius stood still at the door, he became incredibly curious all of a sudden. Why was it that Runt had been so scared? She didn't seem to be different from any other alchemist.

"Are... you alright, sir?" The apothecary started to look confused.

"Er, yes, sorry," Janius composed himself again, "my apologies, I thought you were someone else. Would you happen to know where a bookstore is in this district?" Janius decided to leave this branch of investigation to later, for now he was relieved that he'd found someone willing to speak his language with him in order to get directions.

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Fendros smiled. "Illusion magic? Seems almost a little unfair," He said through a chuckle. His own parents were never big on illusion magic, so Fendros didn't get much theory of that particular school shoved into his head. He only thought it went as far as fooling others into certain emotions. Affecting their senses as well was new to him, but sounded incredibly useful. "I think I'm going to have a lot to learn from Lorag." Fendros' thoughts went to his own magical abilities, or lack thereof. He tried putting his hand out in front of him and summoning a bound dagger, as he did when he had a spare moment to practice. He found it easier to practice this spell than others, because when it failed it didn't drain his magicka so dramatically, sometimes not at all. It was three times before Fendros could properly pull the blade into Mundus. He inspected the jagged summoned dagger, he was getting better, but it was still difficult.

Dismissing the dagger, Fendros thought of something else to talk about. "So how did you learn your magic, Ahna? Did Meesei teach you, or did you learn before you joined the pack?"