Lorag gave a hardy, obviously intentional laugh just so he could drink. He stood to his feet, careful not to put too much weight on his knee, then pulled on one of the leather bindings on hie loincloth to let it fall to the ground. Given how long he had been a werewolf, he could scarcely even remember what it was like to live with the societal norms of his former culture. Still, he grinned, knowing his actions would throw her off-guard. Normally, he probably wouldn't have decided to mess with her in such a way just to distract her enough that she would have to drink, but his alcohol-influenced mind seemed to think it was a good idea. "Yeah, we're not like those judgmental city dwellers, why wouldn't I? Do you, Ariel?" 

Ahnasha lowered her head, obviously conflicted. "I...I don't know. I really, [i]really[/i] want this magic. I want to live for hundreds of years with you. I want to avoid the pain of being trapped away from Tamriel without you, just as I know you don't want to live without me. I want to find a solution for this, but...I just don't know.

Meesei was not particularly thrilled with Fendros' suggestion, but again, she could not blame him for wanting it. She just hoped to be able to dissuade him. "Think about what you are asking, Fendros. Our successes are because we approached this situation with thought and care, as well as our skill. Groups that possess this knowledge are usually very dangerous. As I said, necromancy is a powerful tool. There are also many guilds and magical schools scattered across Tamriel, but they usually guard that knowledge from the public, and with good reason. Even if we do find one of these organizations, would you really want to risk both yours and Ahnasha's life over it? Would extended life really be worth the potential to lose that life even sooner? It is possible this witches coven may possess this knowledge, but if it does not, I would not recommend seeking out such dangers."