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forgottenchampions:

… I’m sorry, could you describe the smell?“
“Like some horrible monster was turned inside out, and then exploded. What did you do?”
“It was a minor miscalculation. I’ve already corrected it for future experiments.”
“This– This is why people have a problem with your college, Nelacar.”

Alabyn peeked from behind his copy of “Response to Bero’s Speech” to take a look at the old Altmer wizard. Now that this Nelacar has a face and a name, he had better hope he doesn’t find out which room he resides in.

The  Battlemage crumpled his nose;  that aroma smelled so good he was convinced he hadn’t a single nose hair left un-singed in the wee hours of the morning. He technically was not to join the college until tomorrow, but with all this bullshit going about, he was considering just packing and heading straight over.

He sighed when the door to the inn was opened, flurries of snow blew into the warmth of the small building.
‘Ah yes, lets um, lets let in all the c-cold air why don’t we? I was st- starting to think it was get- getting a little hot in here.’ 

His eyes didn’t leave Bero’s Speech until he was startled by a loud thud at his feet. The mer glanced down, observing a black khajiit crumpled on the floor with a icebolt lodged into one of his shoulders. College Robes, but then again its not like one would be seeing Khajiit out in this area for the breathtaking scenes.

He inhaled deeply from his nose, its as if the Archmage knew he was coming and decided to send some of the students over right away. He shook his head, returning back to his book.

“You should- ah– you should probably consider g-getting that removed. Not uh- Not g-good for your health.”

J’hasi’s ear twitched at the sound of someone talking, but…it was getting hard to focus… His head was all jumbled up and slow to process what was said, and trying to push himself back up was met with only a wobbly attempt before he slid back down to the stone with a hiss of pain. The Khajiit squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember words as he heard someone approach, catching the scent and that was the barkeep, wasn’t it? Alcedonia? No, wait…

“By the gods… Nelacar, can you-?”

“I’m afraid my talents lie elsewhere. Perhaps someone at the College could help.” And with that, the Altmer slipped back into his room, leaving the Nord to sigh with annoyance and drag the Khajiit to his feet. J’hasi groaned, disliking how the movement was making the entire room spin, as well as making his stomach lurch ominously. The Nord looked at the other mer in the room.

“Please, sir. D’you know any healing arts?” J’hasi shivered, he was fucking freezing and he was done with this touching thing, hissing out a curse in Jel before trying to pull away from the barkeep with little success.

“<M…m’fine… Fine…>” he mumbled, trying to get away from the firm grip on his arms. By the Hist, was all that red from him? The Khajiit took a step away from the barkeep, only to black out again and fall flat onto the floor once more, writhing silently at the stab of pain of his shoulder being aggravated by the remnants of the ice from that fucking…draugr…

Dagur tried to gather up the Khajiit again, this time with more success due to his apparent unconsciousness.

“Please, sir. This…this looks bad, and I don’t think I could get him across to the College in time, I don’t know where their healers are, if any. I’m sure he’d pay you once he wakes up, he’s paid his tab in full before.”