Yes and we can rest in the small cave for awhile. After a good rest they set off again.
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(Er...Gandolf...Have you even...read the entire thing? I mean...it's very vague...I doesn't even mention teleportation, it doesn't describe the cave, the surroundings, nor their reactions.)
As they entered the Library of the Dwemer Ruins, Lord Ocario was surprised to see a frail Dumer, hastily writing, as two Ghosts holding books, where making strange noises.
"à tout le monde, à tous mes amis, je vous aime,je dois partir"
He hastily shot a glance back towards Zegeras, and returned his gaze to the Dark Elf. "Greetings, Dunmer. I am Lord Ocario, Lord of Baunefell, the Underground Empire; The One He Knows Of. Your acquiantance Zegeras and I are in need of your translation techniques."
Ocario sighed, frusturated. He approached the withered Dunmer and removed the map scroll from his tunic, tossing it gently in front of him, hoping to somehow get his attention.
Zergeras grined, finally getting the better of someone. "When I first entered service with the Imperial Guards, I had Duty in Morrowind. My first duty was as an escort and guard for Tenis Venim. He is An autistic savant. We shared a friendship, thusly, I learned Ancient Dunmer to better convers with him."
"à tout le monde, à tous mes amis, je vous aime,je dois partir"
Ocario turned towards Zegeras and grinned, not letting him have his moment. He returned his gaze to the parchment in front of Tenis Venim. He began speaking in a language, similar to that of the Ayleids. He looked back to Zegeras and smiled. "I haven't spoken Ancient Dunmer since the Second Era...you'd likely speak the language a bit more properly."
Ocario's face twisted in sudden pain as he felt the dagger pin his hand to the table. Zegeras was actually starting to get used to having the Altmer around, so threw a healing spell on him as he quickly pushed past to make peace with Venim.
Ocario raised his hand, his palm facing the aging Dunmer, his infamous anger getting the better of him. Looking down at the map, he thought better of it, and returned his golden hand to it's place behind his back.
"Then we must wait a few days...I have important matters to attend to...You may do as you please...in fact...Return to Arotos Markos...he'd likely have something for you to do." With a dull flash, Ocario disappeared from the spot.
A Bosmer, dressed in azure robes (that were clearly too large for him) approached Zegeras. "Ba! You are that Imperial... Battlemages! Apprehend him...he is a suspect."
Zegeras quickly threw some speed and invisibility spells on himself and ran for his life. He knew he'd done nothing wrong - this time - but he wanted time to figure out what this was all about.
Immediately as he left the University, he noticed the Breton he met just yesterday. He was donning both a grin and a bloodied dagger. "Running from the Battlemages, Zegeras?"