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"As I've said, I haven't used it for that purpose before. In theory it should work. Emotions are a poweful thing." Gladroon replied to the old Navarch.

Marcus reflected on what the Mage was saying, then asked. "What other skills do you possess?"

"My main school of magic is Illusion, but I have extensive knowledge in all the others. A century of research have made me quite skilled in all aspects of magic." The Altmer replied.

"Seems you'll get your shock magic afterall, Lucien." Marcus muttered in a half-jest.

"If that is what you require of me, your majesty." The Direnni said. He spoke quite formally, but seemed quite confortable in the presence of the prince.

The village of Frostflow heard the war-horn being blow from the lighthouse, but had yet to realize that the danger were pirates.

The crossbow men could see the people in the market area look worryingly at the lighthouse and begin muttering to themselves. Some were already making their way home.

Finally, the pirates were able to see some guards appear. After the horn was blow, a group of a half-dozen guards bearing the colors of Winterhold walked into the market district.

"We should make them lead us to their base." Captain Manis suggested.

Deros and his Argonian partner took the first left and came up to a metal portculis.

The Dunmer examined it and saw that it wasn't locked in place. "Here, help me push it up."

The Argonian nodded and together the two pushed the portculis up enough for them to pass through one at a time.

On the other side, they found the room held a few worktables with half-finished Dwemer contraptions atop them.

At the western part of the room was another exit, an open door this time. As they walked towards it, some vents on the walls opened up and two Dwemer Spiders shot out.