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The last zombies head rolled onto the ground just before the body dissapeared. The dunmer who had been unleashing Apprentice spells on his targets picked his Talos statue, putting it in his bag, and traveled upstairs to the west wing to clear out any potions he could find. When Dayolin reached the potion room he found that there was a significantly larger amount of magica potions than the others. He took five high quality potions and left to meet the guildmaster as she would most likely be expecting him soon.

Dayolin got back to the office where there were several others who seemed to be wanting recuitment. He looked around a bit dissapointed. The Khajiit seemed to be the only serious mage besides himself because she was the only one wearing a mage's robes. "So I see the guild will no doubt see some more members to join the cause." The elf said as he walked in the door way then leaning against a wall. "Though I wonder which of you can properly kill an Altmer patroll without the use of the arcane arts?"