Private The Evening is wiser than the Morning.[EWM]

Bruynzeel, first leans against the wall next to the door then an urge comes over him and he drops to one knee and swings his pack around. Then opens it and carefully pulls the cloth encased music box out of his pack and reorganizes the packs contents to more securely handle it. He then unwraps the ancient and little Ivory box with its simple brass design and closure. Insures the lid stays shut and turns it over. pulls a small key on a necklace from his armor. Inserts the key and winds it till it gives a tiny bit of tension, then replaces it. Placing the unopened music box in the center of the chamois cloth, carefully wraps it tightly and places it in his pack.
Tappits forced magic spell pops him a good one and Bruynzeel chuckles openly.. "Yeah though it was long ago my first attempt at magic was abysmal also."

Geminus watched as Bruynzeel, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly drops to his knee and opens his pack and pulls out the music box. Geminus tensed up, and swung the hammer into a two handed stance as Bruynzeel wound up the box, but then wraps it back up and puts it away. Relaxing for the moment, he let the hammer swing down and rest on the ground. He smiled to himself as everyone commented on Tappit's misadventure with magic and recounted their first time trying magic. He thought back to when he learned the restoration arts and how they were really very easy to him, but when it came to the destruction arts, he could barely muster a flame to light his pipe. "Someday I'll have to work on bettering that..."

closes and opens her eyes letting out a long sigh "They're not tricks... they are spells...tricks are what you teach dogs..." rolls her eyes and placed her hands on her hips "And I don't know if I can really teach you them, Im not a good teacher perse or Id like to think that im not, I dunno either way, Ill try to pass on what I know" smiles "Now when my brothers where showing me a spell, they never taught me they showed me and I had to go from there, they told me that I shouldn't think about it so much cause then you'd end up over analizing the spell and it would back fire" laughs "On you... kinda what happened to you... I suppose you were thinking about it to much no? Anyways..." holds out her hand, a small fire ball starts forming "Don't think about it, do it..." motions for michael to come over

Rath watches as Duva motions for michael.
He stops checking his armor assuming no more secret pouches or buckles are left. (Wish this stuff came with instructions.. I assume Tappit didn't read the book in full, ah well his loss not mine. "Magic? Wouldn't call what I do actual magic, haha I know a few healing spells, but the other stuff is just party tricks. Stuff to show off, not meant to be used in combat. But I guess if I tried they could be effective. My first time... ahh takes me back.." pauses "Bleh takes me back? I sound old I'm only 15. I don't remember any trouble.. just normal part of my teaching. Father told me to heal myself and I did. But I'm a breton it runs in our blood."
Rath senses a slight hunger.
"Speaking of blood" Rath looks around...
He walks over to Bruyn
"How long do you think this will take?" Rath says as his eyes dilate.
"I was told not to eat the Falmer. My Lady says they're poison."

Turns to Rath, "Noticed you checking over your armor, if you have any needs let me know. They can be tailored in next time." "Speaking of blood" opens a side pouch of his pack and pulls a small bundle of waxen paper out of it. "This is a type of jerky that your lady prefers her followers to eat. And before you ask, don't ask." thinks for a sec "As to how long this will take, I hate to be enigmatic, but it will take as long as it takes. Next time bring a snack, as a matter of fact thanks, I am hungry now."

"Ahaha. Thank you. It's not the physical hunger that gets to me, my people survived many famines which ultimately led to the problems I have now, I just needed a little umm how you say, Satisfaction I guess. The armor on the other hand still confuses me today. I've never had a cut, burn, break or blimish on the set. Even while my bones break underneath the armor is perfectly fine as if it was built to flex in any position. Most my cuts come from non-armored skin. As for Arrows..... I try to avoid those, I heard they hurt."
Rath takes the jerky akwardly. (and he has this why?... Don't ask Rath just don't ask.)
Rath nibbles a bite off a piece. "Mmm this is good. Want an apple? I have apples and some Deer jerky."
Rath motions to his bag.

walks over and stands next to Tappit, side glances him and lightly elbows him "In an exchange of my furture services for teaching you magic" smiles "You have to teach me to play that lute" leans back on the wall and crosses her ankles

turns her attentions towards Bruyn "Ehhh thanks but no thanks Bruyn...Not to sound rude or anything, I know you lived for some time and probably have a knowledge for those things but if you don't mind i'd like Tappit to pick a lute that would fit me" smiles and lightly strokes Tappits arm "Would I have to pay for a private lesson Tap?"

Watching and listening as the others gathered to talk about the different ways to use and create spells, Michael leaned against the wall nearby. Not being able to move on just yet, boredom was sinking in... Now was not the best time to take out a book and begin to read, so instead he decided to practice his Conjuration magic. Stepping forth, he cast a Bound Sword spell in his right hand and the blade took shape as he made an upswing of his arm until the blade was extended at arms length... He did this repeatedly 6 times... "That should be enough for now... the creation time is getting faster" he mumbled to himself. He watched as the others kept on talking amongst themselves...

"don't worry it Is venison."
"Hahaha. Thats funny bruyn." Rath shoots bruyn a look. He watches as the others converse and michael practices his magic. Rath turns to Tappit.
"Hey Tappit if you'd like I could teach you a few tricks with the telekinesis. Once you learn the basics of magic though."
Rath opens his bag and pulls out his robes.
Black, thick, and torn in a few places, The robes are used to keep Northern Brets warm while not limiting too much movement. There are many pockets in the robes, a modification of their owner, the arms are slightly baggy good for hiding small blades or concealing the hands. A hood (that is slightly oversized) is used to keep snow and frost off the wearers face, though limiting sight.
Rath slides the robes back on. (Home... reminds me of home.)

Tappit snorted at Duvaindes comment. "The trade for teaching skills sounds like a fair exchange to me...BUT..I wouldn't object to additional payment." He winked at her, the edges of his mouth turned up "Oh!..I'm happy to negotiate the price on your behalf, heck, I live for that...but I will have to insist that you cover the costs for purchase of your own lute though" he added as an afterthought "Spending your own hard earned money will motivate the continuation of lessons, do you ken?" he gave her a reassuring smile before turning his attention towards Michael and Bruynzeel. It was an impressive display of talent, until it appeared to escalate into some kind of macho my-magical-sword-is-bigger-than-yours competition.

He glanced up at Geminus' eyeslits on his helmet and - Tappit opened his mouth to speak to him and quickly snapped it closed again...It was difficult to tell what was happening beneath that armour.

Rathalos gave an offer to teach Tappit, he gave a warm smile in return "Thank you Rath, I may take you up on that...If I don't manage to burn myself to cinders in the process." He let out a nervous chuckle and looked beyond the group at Andante, she appeared to be appraising the surrounding architecture and had been well into her own thoughts for quite some time, his laughter fell silent. He got to his feet and began taking deliberate steps toward her, head held low...not making any sudden movements...

Geminus had been standing still, no movement could be seen. His knees were slightly bent so he didn't cut off circulation, he looked rather like a statue at the moment.
He watched as the group showed off their magicks and chatted about musical instruments. He didn't have much to say about music. He liked most of the songs he'd heard in the Inns of Skyrim so far, but he had no talent for it at all.
A flash of blue caught his attention and he turned slightly to see Michael summon a sword and then take some practice swings. He's got some experience it seems swinging a blade. A summoned sword is handy if you lose you own sword, but he preferred the clash of steel on steel and steel on bone. He couldn't imagine that a summoned sword like that would do much damage.
He watched Bruynzeel jump up from the ground, drew and swung his sword through the air in a series of swipes. The blade hummed as it passed through the air and Geminus doubted it was as slow and dull as the Khajiit claimed, remembering how he drove it throught the spiders exoskeleton like a hot knife through butter. The lightning helped I'm sure, but blade, its long slender blade with its slight curve and the rare box like tip, was the real force in the weapon. The skill of the user, with ages of experience helped too.
Tappit did a quick glance in his direction, probably presuming Geminus to show off his skill with the hammer, but Tappit quickly looked away.
They were wasting time. Geminus could see the boredom in Michaels eyes as he practiced his magic. Rath was probably bored to as he kept arranging his garments and trying to draw Tappit into doing more magic. Duva seemed a little bored as well, almost flirting with Tappit with her request for private lessons, which almost made Geminus laugh out loud, instead he just smiled behind his helmet. Sometimes it was good to have it one almost all the time.
Adante seemed to be deep in her thoughts the whole time they'd been in the cavern. There was definitely some kind of history between Bruynzeel and her which probably happened long before he crossed their path back in Understone Keep. Tappit was slowly approaching her now, hopefully with nothing mischievious in mind as she didn't look the sort to be surprised.
He had to admit, he was getting a little antsy to move on and see what was behind door number one. Door number two on the same level meant getting wet. He looked at the pillar he could probably jump to from the middle level and then with a lot of luck probably make the landing by the door... but he knew his luck, and it didn't like him when he tried fantastic feats as he was thinking. If the group chose that door, he'd have to take his chance wading down the sunken path and up the other path. He started to think that the pathway would be slippery and would probably require his ice-spikes for traction.
He walked over to the door on their landing and tried to push it open. It rattled on its hinges and remained closed. Locked! He looked at the locking mechanism and shrugged. He fished in his satchel for a lockpick and knelt down to the lock. After a moment of fiddling with it the lockpick broke. He stood up and leaned against the door. Probably requires that key of Bruynzeel's