I was informed that Master Aryon was in his chambers atop the mushroom-tower. I’d Void-Walked to Tel Vos after breaking my fast earlier at the ‘Razor’s Hole’ in Balmora. There appeared to be no easy way to reach the chambers, other than clambering to the top of one of the towers and hoping there was a hatch or doorway that led outside. Carefully mustering the shape in my mind, I spoke the words “aer amo calx” and walked upwards towards the tower, the emptiness beneath my feet supporting my weight.

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I was in a fairly black mood as I translocated to Ald’ruhn and boarded the silt-strider to Gnisis. This just wasn’t fair it wasn’t fair at all. How was I supposed to persuade a snooty, stuck up, and powerful Telvanni mage to do something he, presumably, didn’t want to do? And then a glimmer of a plan came to me. It was a long shot, but it just might work.