Do’Karth shook his head slowly. “No, this one never learned to read. Common origins… unsavory upbringing. It simply never factored into Do’Karth’s life. Perhaps he could use lessons, although Do’Karth suspects it may simply be too late. He is not getting any younger.” He replied, helping relieve some of the relief team of their loads as they came in the door. Before long, all the supplies were accounted for. Sevine took the time to catch up with Solveig and to go see what remained. Before long, the Nord was back with Roze, who raised some valid concerns about the invaders from Akavir. 

“This one would not be quick to presume anything. Until we see otherwise, we should treat each threat as a unique instance, lest we start to think we know what they’re planning. Speculation can be dangerous.” The Khajiit warned. 

     Having Roze's attention felt like a cool drink of water, much needed in that aspect. A tender smile crossed her lips as she listened to the worries of her friend. It was when Do'Karth came down the stairs behind her did she nod her head in agreement. "Do'Karth is right. For all we know, the Mages and Kamal may not even know of each other, and for our sake, I hope they don't. Though I have to say, these Mages in red ships that can bring a city into the city, is just as concerning as the Kamal. I have half the notion to learn some type of fire spell, if we ever get the time, or have my bow and axe enchanted, in case we cross paths with those accursed demon."

      In the silence that followed, Sevine felt that her opinion on having her weapons enchanted with fire would be worth the cost, she would have to be careful of who she attacked, or where she released her arrows. Perhaps when they reached Dawnstar, she would take a gander at finding an enchanter, if the town even had one that is. On a second note, the fire burning in her conscience to at least teach Do'Karth his letters was a cause worth getting behind, she could at least teach him how to spell his name. That much was essential in life, if a person ever tricked him into signing a particular contract or agreement, he could at least know his name, better yet, know what it actually spoke of.

"I hope your shoulder had healed considerably, I know your shoulder took a beating. Do you have problem stringing your bow?" Sevine asked the tiny Breton woman before her. 

Nodding her head as Do'Karth, Sevine and Tsleeixth countered her worrying queries, Roze realised that they were correct - it would do no good to draw assumptions, especially worst case scenario ones like that. If anything, the thought of it alone was a disconcerting one, and would do no good for the moral that was certainly already low in the tower. Besides, they all raised valid points - particularly their Argonian companion, who mentioned the lack of Kamal ships. If the Kamal had been here, they likely wouldn't have left the tower standing.

"Well, let's hope that they're enemies, and they blow each other up before we get to either of them." She said with a light chuckle, deciding this scenario was a far better one to consider than the former. It would make for quite the story - two stoic forces meeting one another, and just wiping each other out while the free folk of Skyrim got hammered or something.

Moving her shoulder up and down as Sevine asked about it, Roze smiled gratefully. "It's doing surprisingly well, actually. I managed to get some more potions from Rhasha'Dar during the voyage here, and that's helped it heal a lot. The climbing up the mast too - as for stringing..." She paused, fiddling with her bowstring as it hung around her back. "I haven't been able to pull it back all the way just yet. I managed to get the string on, but the joint just stiffens up when I pull it back so far. But, I don't think it'll be like this forever; I'm probably still working out some stiffness in it." She answered, face then brightening as she realised something. "Turns out Sebastian knows healing magic now - if he comes to Dawnstar with us, I'll be able to pester him to get my shoulder back to normal again. I bet he'd teach you some destruction spells too." 

"I wondered who that cheeky fellow was!" Sevine said, as she recalled how the man had passed some rather sardonic comments towards them when they first arrived, "I saw the way you hugged him, eh?" Winking playfully, she elbowed Roze in the ribs.

"Next time, make sure he knows, that when it's a blizzard outside, to be a little more courteous to us ladies, we don't have fur like Do'Karth over here." She teased her friend in a light-manner, before turning her attention to Do'Karth.

"Well, what do you think we oughta do now?" She planted her hands upon her hips, and cocked a slender crimson brow at him.

Do'Karth muttered a loud, exaggerated shivering sound. "Khajiit fur sheds heat, not insulates it. Believe this one when he tells you that he is just as cold as everyone else." He said, looking around the room and with a finger, counted the number of volunteers to make sure everyone was accounted for. "Do'Karth believes we should return to the main hall and await further orders. He believes we will be ordered to depart soon, the seas are rough and we do not want to be trapped here if the fleets return to assault the college. We have done all we can for the mages, we will rescue those we can, and hopefully have provided those who remain with a fighting chance."

Uttering a low chuckle at Sevine's jibe - oh boy, did she have some stories about Sebastian to catch Sevine's interest - Roze nodded in agreement to Do'Karth.

"Hmm - I think we'll just be getting in the Mages way if we stay much longer - hopefully we can get all the badly wounded on the ship to Dawnstar." She stated, and the group, now done with their task of ferrying supplies up the winding staircase, made their way back down to the Hall of Elements.