"For defeating me, take this." he said, pulling a crystal out of his staff. "IT allows you to control this place. Destroy it, keep it, I care not." He would miss that crystal; it had taken many moons to enchant it.
"And this." he said, tossing the staff away; the ice had reached his chest and was now spreading down. "Destroy it. I now realize that my revenge against the daedra doesn't justify killing thousands."
He pointed down the hall. "There are many legion soldiers in there, deviod of souls. Give them back their lives using the staff before you leave."
He then released the little control he had over the spreading ice and became one solid statue.
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Sel
Sel walked outside and watched for any sign of Arcyakt or Jonacin.
OOC: follow-ups.