Janius raised an eyebrow as he searched. He hadn't had Sujamma before, in fact he had only heard about it in passing. He had no idea what it was made from. Still, Lorag seemed happy, so it can't be that bad. "I'm trying, Lorag. These hunters organised their belongings like the Council of Twelve organises their... aha! Here we are." Janius turned around with a smile, holding four pewter mugs by the handles, pulled from another crate filled with various cutlery and crockery. Without wasting any time, he briskly walked back to the fire and handed the mugs to Lorag. "Well, pour us round then." Janius said, before standing up and raising his voice for Fendros and Ahnasha to hear, "hey, Fjori and Holgeir, we found some drink, want some?"

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Assuming that Janius was talking to them, Fendros replied in turn, "Later, Janius."

The lower back held some stress as well when Fendros complied with Ahnasha. Here, he wasn't so confident, but that was probably because the last person he had massaged in this area had a painful twinge in their back, inadvertently cause Fendros to inflict pain rather than pleasure, but that was probably not the case here.

Ahnasha's answer was comforting. It was true that he probably shouldn't worry about what could have happened at this stage. Looking back though, he could see it being the case that he may have fallen for her anyway over a longer period of time. Maybe from his position, there didn't seem to be any other possible outcome. Love is wonderful for skewing one's perspective. He didn't much care though. The here and now was pretty good.

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With their last encounter, Ariel was especially wary. Dagmar wasn't normally awake at this time of night, so they either had a change of routine, or she would be helping on a big project. [i]Such as the suppression gas,[/i] Ariel concluded.

It was Meesei who brought her attention to the next room. They had refurbished the place into a specialised laboratory, Ariel could tell that much immediately. There were tables and tables of similar equipment, all condensing a purple gas into liquid to seal into familiar looking flasks. This was it. Or, at least, the final stage of production. Ariel wagered that the other stages were in the same tower on the higher two floors. Ariel beckoned Meesei to backtrack into the storage tower rather than trying to sneak past the witch in the well lit laboratory. There were probably more witches on the other floors that would only increase the risk.

One they emerged, Ariel poked her head out of the storage tower door and immediately stepped back, closing the door again. She held her hand up to Meesei in order for her to wait as she charged her detect dead spell. The courtyard sentinel patrol was passing by again. Once they were safe, Ariel furtively entered the courtyard again. In the centre of the courtyard, she could see a small number of witches setting up something. The moonlight ritual. Ariel went back inside and addressed Meesei quickly.

"We're going to have to run for the ruined tower." She whispered as she took out a magicka potion from her pocket, "Make yourself invisible." Without waiting for confirmation from Meesei, in a rather rash decision, she disappeared herself and started to move. She kept low and ran in an arc around the walls, passing the gas production tower on the right, past the closed gate and toward the ruined tower. Once inside, she hid behind one of walls in the crumbling rooms with a missing ceiling and became visible again. Catching her breath, she hoped that Meesei would make it. It wasn't only being invisible for so long that was a risk, it was the distance they had to cover past all of those witches with glowing candlelights hovering over their heads as they prepared their ritual.