He stared at her. “T-This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t go out and kill them!”
“I’ve been slaughtering those patrols long before I came to the college!” she spat and before she could continue, Tolfdir spoke.
“Alright, that’s enough! All of you! What’s done is done and there will be no more deaths caused intentionally by student hands! Now all of you have work to do, if I recall? I expect you to all have wards mastered by tomorrow! So go off and do as students do, not stand here bickering!” he commanded and they turned to him. He was shockingly good at lecturing them despite the fact that he forgot where he put his shoes sometimes.
They began to exit but before she could go, Faralda pulled her aside. “Your mage came looking for you.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Nelacar?”
She pursed her lips. “Look, I don’t know whether we can go out or not still but he did pay me to allow you to escape for tonight. I will be away from the gate at midnight and if you tell anyone I will deny it.” She found herself smiling brightly at the sorceress which made her roll her eyes. “Go! Do your homework!”
She left with a smile on her face. At least one positive thing was going to happen to her that day.
--
She ended up giving her old room to Ancarion. The Thalmor mage looked around the room while she watched, his books being placed on the dresser and he turned to her.
“There’s… no privacy?” he asked and she found herself frowning before she realized what he meant. All the doors to the rooms were open and despite it being awkward at times, that was the way it was. She decided to point it out to him a different way.
“We don’t encourage secrets here,” she said. “Not since a previous professor killed a student.”
“I see,” he said quietly. “Thank you. But I need to ask something.”
“Yes?” she said as prepared for what on earth he had to inquire about.
“That Orc that runs the library,” he pressed his hands together. “He told me he would rip my head off if I ruin any of his books. Was he… serious?”
She found herself sighing. “Urag is very protective of his books. He tells that to everyone. All of our lives are lesser than the books he watches over.”
“I see,” he commented. “And behind him in that glass case. Was that an Elder Scroll?”
She found herself becoming wary at his words but he didn’t pick up on it. “Yes… our student Alla gave it to us after she was done with it.”
“The dragonborn?”
“Yes,” she was starting to tire of his questions. He merely nodded and turned to look down at the bed given to him. “Thank you, Arch-Mage. I shall see you in the morning.”
She nodded and left slowly, her worry transferring now to the library. She went to find Tolfdir, meeting him in the courtyard and she brought him to her quarters to speak of it, staring at the cup Elenwen had used in brief annoyance. “Ancarion was asking about the Elder Scroll.”
The Emergency [Part 4H]
“I’ve been slaughtering those patrols long before I came to the college!” she spat and before she could continue, Tolfdir spoke.
“Alright, that’s enough! All of you! What’s done is done and there will be no more deaths caused intentionally by student hands! Now all of you have work to do, if I recall? I expect you to all have wards mastered by tomorrow! So go off and do as students do, not stand here bickering!” he commanded and they turned to him. He was shockingly good at lecturing them despite the fact that he forgot where he put his shoes sometimes.
They began to exit but before she could go, Faralda pulled her aside. “Your mage came looking for you.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Nelacar?”
She pursed her lips. “Look, I don’t know whether we can go out or not still but he did pay me to allow you to escape for tonight. I will be away from the gate at midnight and if you tell anyone I will deny it.” She found herself smiling brightly at the sorceress which made her roll her eyes. “Go! Do your homework!”
She left with a smile on her face. At least one positive thing was going to happen to her that day.
--
She ended up giving her old room to Ancarion. The Thalmor mage looked around the room while she watched, his books being placed on the dresser and he turned to her.
“There’s… no privacy?” he asked and she found herself frowning before she realized what he meant. All the doors to the rooms were open and despite it being awkward at times, that was the way it was. She decided to point it out to him a different way.
“We don’t encourage secrets here,” she said. “Not since a previous professor killed a student.”
“I see,” he said quietly. “Thank you. But I need to ask something.”
“Yes?” she said as prepared for what on earth he had to inquire about.
“That Orc that runs the library,” he pressed his hands together. “He told me he would rip my head off if I ruin any of his books. Was he… serious?”
She found herself sighing. “Urag is very protective of his books. He tells that to everyone. All of our lives are lesser than the books he watches over.”
“I see,” he commented. “And behind him in that glass case. Was that an Elder Scroll?”
She found herself becoming wary at his words but he didn’t pick up on it. “Yes… our student Alla gave it to us after she was done with it.”
“The dragonborn?”
“Yes,” she was starting to tire of his questions. He merely nodded and turned to look down at the bed given to him. “Thank you, Arch-Mage. I shall see you in the morning.”
She nodded and left slowly, her worry transferring now to the library. She went to find Tolfdir, meeting him in the courtyard and she brought him to her quarters to speak of it, staring at the cup Elenwen had used in brief annoyance. “Ancarion was asking about the Elder Scroll.”
Tolfdir frowned. “Already? That is worrisome.”