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The Arch-Mage headed down from his chambers and to the outer battlements of the college, walking through them he examined the fog.

"Indeed, it appears that your hunch was correct, Jo'Khar. The fog seems to stop magicka regeneration. This also proves that the fog is not an illusion, but an alteration of reality." Drevis affirmed. "A pity, had it been an illusion spell I would've been able to dispell it rather quickly. An alteration spell will take longer to undo, for I am not as knowledgable about that school. Luckily for us, my predecessor was a master of alteration magic. I may still have some of Tolfdir's old tomes in my chambers. They may hold the knowledge of how to undo this magical fog."

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Some time later...the group exited the ruins, having retraced their steps to the outside. By the time they exited Raldbthar the sun had already gone down and the two moons shone prominently in the night sky.

"It took us a couple hours to get in and out of the ruin, no wonder that it's dark out." Erich noted.

The group had been quiet on the way out of Raldbthar, the sight of the Falmer horde underground still etched into their minds.

"Let's make camp near the horses. We'll ride out at the crack of dawn." Rigmor suggested. He was a bit distracted and it showed in his tone. The Skald was trying to piece together what they had uncovered in Blackreach.