When asked to look at the skeleton's bindings for herself, Ariel sat down and reached over the magic, trying to feel around and make sense of it. It was complicated. There were many intricacies and details that she couldn't quite understand, but there were some hints of other familiar patterns. Meesei was right, there was so much there that it seemed hard to shift any of it aside without having something else come up to replace it. Florence really was a meticulous witch.

Sabine also silently sat down and joined in. Her face showed very little signs of confusion. Only concentration was evident. She was analyzing every detail.

"Yes, I'm getting its energies, but..." Ariel showed her teeth in a tense look as she paused, "it's confusing. There's much here I don't quite understand. I wonder if..."

Ariel tried charging a small green mote of enchanting magic and releasing it onto one of the purple tendrils. There was a small flow of magicka that reverberated around the immediate area of the skeleton's body, but it the area quickly returned to normal. "It's not an obvious thing to sabotage, is it?" Ariel remarked.

"Try two," Sabine suddenly said quite confidently.

Unsure exactly what Sabine was communicating, Ariel looked up at her. "What do you mean?"

Sabine huffed and shuffled over to Ariel, grabbing hold of her wrists. Carefully, Sabine directed Ariel's hands to hover over two places on the skeleton's torso. "What you did, do it again. Both hands." Sabine commanded.

Ariel glanced at Meesei, unsure, then tried again. Two motes of green energy, meant to etch enchantments, charged in both her hands and were released into the skeleton. Again, it reverberated, but when the reverberations from the two charges met in the centre of the skeleton's ribcage, there was a peak of magicka that disturbed the binding in that area. There was a tear for but a moment, but despite looking like it would fall apart, it repaired itself after a few seconds.

Sabine let go of Ariel's hands, but she was too amazed to move. What exactly did she do?

"Try conjuration," Sabine said, looking at the skeleton.

Ariel shook her head, "I don't think I know how I would do that." She said, sitting back again.

Sabine looked at Meesei expectantly. She would probably know.

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Fendros grinned widely at the realisation that he was preaching. "I don't think you need to worry about that." Fendros put one hand on Ahnasha's shoulder, "Sorry, I must be channeling my ancestors in this place." He laughed, "They're taking over my mind." The comment on different culture's talents got Fendros thinking. There were plenty that Dunmer were good at, that was for sure, but most of the things they were known for were... not so savoury. "You're right, the new temple seems to have quite the artists. Perhaps we'll get to see what it is the Dunmer have in unique merit before the end of the day."

Despite the place feeling very familiar, Fendros couldn't help but feel out of place in the temple. He'd changed so much that it was almost as if he had forgotten the prayers. The place commanded such a reverent atmosphere that under normal circumstances he would bring an offering or say a prayer, but now there wasn't so much of an obligation. Nodding to each of the good daedra's statues and looking up into the underside of the impressive dome that made that section of the ceiling, Fendros thought that his business in this place was now complete. He was about to leave when a voice emerged from behind one of the statues.

"Hircine's servants..." the voice was light, but felt forced.

Fendros' attention instantly snapped to a point behind Azura's statue. From around the other side of it, a robed and bald Dunmer slowly walked into their view with a blank expression. Fendros said nothing. The old man stopped and faced them, it was as if he was talking to the space in front of them, but he didn't immediately appear to be blind.

"Clavicus Vile is a disgusting creature, but he is crafty." The old man continued, Fendros suddenly realised how quiet the temple had become. There was no one else but the priest, Ahansha and himself. "I sympathise with your plight, so I will offer you a boon of advice: Do not accept his offer of extended life. Such a thing would be far too obvious that if you were to accept, it would be cliche."

"Who are you?" Fendros asked sternly, not knowing how exactly this priest knew so much. By the smell of him, he didn't seem like a lycan at least.

The priest smiled in a way that filled Fendros with dread. "One who appreciates... drama... but would be interested in getting back at Vile for a slight against me," he said slowly, spreading his arms. His voice almost seemed like a hypnotic breathing, a whisper, but was still audible. "Any more questions? Hircine and Vile would be ever so cross if they found out I was talking with you, so we have limited time, but time nonetheless."