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Tyranil sighed as he glanced over at Mikasa, who seemed to still be weakened from before. He decided not to bother himself; he was no healer anyways.

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Eldoril walked about his camp, taking a passive glance at some of the other mages. Despite the cold, he felt rather warm. As he passed Talsakr, they both nodded as a sign of respect. Walking into his tent, Eldoril took a seat on the wolf skin that served as his bed, chair, and everything in between. He'd come to rather enjoy the animal skin; it was one of the only items of comfort he had left. That and his robes, which he'd enchanted for warmth in case of any more blizzards.

Eldoril thought back to that blizzard, the wall that stood between the College, and the rest of Skyrim. Eldoril, and freedom. After Eldoril and Talsakr had arrived in Windhelm, sopping wet and about to freeze to death, they immediately went to the closest building of warmth available, the Candlehearth Inn. However, the owners of the establishment were not pleased about the presence of a mage within their fine tavern, so the mage and his former prisoner were thrown out.

They ended up taking refuge in an inn within the Dunmer section of the city, the Grey Quarter it was called. Being on the side of the mages, the Dark Elves were happy to take in the two men, though they warned to stay hidden as Nordic guards didn't like seeing mages and Dunmer together, or even Dunmer in general. It wasn't too difficult to stay hidden, as the Nords avoided the 'repulsive' Dark Elves as much as possible. Nursed back to full health rather quickly, Eldoril had begun to think what on Nirn he was going to do now.

Moving through Skyrim as an Altmer in general was suspicious; using one's magic was nearing suicide. Despite being a mage, Eldoril thoroughly hated Morrowind, mostly due to the climate. There was no way Eldoril could go back to the College; the Arch-Mage's body would have been found and mages would start asking questions. And between Illusion spells and his personality, Eldoril was not a good liar. The only choice it seemed he had was to spend the remainder of his existance shrivelling up in a Dunmer inn.

However, Talsakr had different ideas. Still eager to see the world, and for this even after the blizzard Eldoril had to admire his spirt, the Nord would not stand to sit around all day in a city full of racists and the oppressed. And the two didn't seem to want to part; each was the closest thing to a friend the other had. Eventually the two had settled on forming a camp in a secluded location, taking in any mages who were on the run or in hiding. As he was a Nord, Talsakr had no troubles going and buying all the necessary supplies within Windhelm, and saying that it was for an anti-mage camp. He was, thus, pressured into purchasing two 'Beu-maniac' rifles to prove his cause, and earn the shopkeepers a little extra money.

When all set and ready to go, the two had left the city, giving a generous tip to the Dunmer inn that housed them, and searched for a location for the camp. After a bit of wandering, they had decided on a location up in the mountains, southwest of Windhelm on a relatively flat surface. Talsakr's natural cold resistance having had developed through use, he was much more capable of going up first and beginning the setup, and when a fire and tent was ready, Eldoril came up to join him.

Over the six months, the pair had a few additions to the camp, via magical clues Eldoril had placed of a magical nature. No Nord would ever be caught using Clairvoicance. The camp had to be expanded a bit, so Talsakr had to go back for more tents and supplies, as well as more food for an ever-thinning supply. Now, they lived off the land, Talsakr and a Bosmer mage occasionally going out to hunt and gather any dry logs they could. Eldoril was happy with what they were doing, even if it did mean giving up the comfort of the College.

The memory brought a small smile to Eldoril's face. As the sun shone through the flap of the tent, Eldoril knew what time it was due to the angle of the light. Getting up off of the comfortable animal skin, Eldoril walked out of the tent and to the center of the camp, standing by the fire pit they used occasionally when they absolutely needed cooked food or the enchantments of their armor were getting weak. He was greeted by the rest of the camp, 5 other mages and Talsakr, the former of which had begun to learn more advanced magic from the former College mage. After all, if Eldoril was good at teaching, why not teach?

So, they spent about an hour going through advanced conjuration techniques, including the proper positioning for large summons and what to do if your Dremora suddenly becomes unbound. Soon enough, however, the sun sank from the sky and the lesson was brought to a halt. "We'll continue tomorrow." announced Eldoril, as he usually did, and the rest of the mages walked back to one of two tents, cheerily talking to each other.

"So..." said Talsakr, walking up to his Altmer friend, "Should I get the fire again?"

"No, it's not necessary for tonight. We've still got a few days."

Talsakr nodded, somewhat upset as the labor broke the monotony, some days. Others, it added to it. "Eldoril... are we just going to stay here?"

Eldoril looked at the Nord somewhat quizzically. "We agreed we'd stay here. We're safe, we're helping people."

"I know, and I do appreciate what we're doing, but.... we've been here for five months, and I've still yet to view the wonders of Tamriel..."

Eldoril now saw where the Nord was coming from. He, too, occationally felt imprisoned in the camp, but what he was doing was important. If no mages survived in Skyrim, the Empire won. "So, we are now to give up everything we've done here, so that you can go and frolick about?" Eldoril had not meant to sound so harsh, but what he... what they were doing mattered.

Talsakr was also not expecting this. The two had grown a strong friendship, and if they ever did disagree, they'd work things out quickly. "Well, not everything, but don't you think... I don't know, someone will find us eventually? Come on, I didn't agree to this so that I could sit around this camp forever..."

"No. We are staying here, for the time being. If there comes a reason for us to move, we will." said Eldoril firmly. "Good night."

Talsakr mumbled something back in response, and shuffled back to his own tent on the other side of the camp. When he went to sleep, he again dreamt of exotic faraway worlds.