One thing he knew for sure, Qara'Sion was truly relieved to be rid of those damn mines filled with goblins. It felt as though he spent months inside the mines rather than just a few moments. Despite how irritating it was of a mission, he did receive a few spoils; leather, fur, and a bit of gold. Not too much, but still worth a bit of something at least. His sister and her companions managed to live through the ordeal, even though the argonian had a few injuries unlike his sister and Belle. He was a rather large one, but "durable" as Qara'Sion's sister said.
When they finally made it to the encampment in the woods, Qara'Sion stored most of his belongings in the chest; namely a few books, alchemy ingredients, and whatever else he figured was too cumbersome at the moment, however he kept the dwemer weapon on him, the reason being Shenzi wanted to take a look at it again. He didn't have a single clue how to power it, and if he couldn't figure out what did, it would be pointless to keep it with him anymore. He changed to the redguard styled clothing, which were rather long on him, and made his way to the small campfire his sister and friends were sitting by. "Alright, let's take a look at the weapon shall we?" Shenzi told him as she held out her hand, signaling for Qara'Sion to hand her the weapon he carried. The younger khajiit took the weapon off of his back and handed it to her as he sat down next to her; the rings he wore on his mane clinking together as they hit the ground. His sister flipped, turned, smacked, shook, and gods know what else she did to inspect the weapon. Frustrated, Shenzi cursed as she dropped the weapon in front of her and pouted, resting her head on the palm of her hand. "Woman give it up, there's no possible way we can get it working without finding a dwemer who knows how to use it." The argonian said as he took a sip of whatever was in his drink. "No, there's definitely a way to get it working... but..." Shenzi trailed off, still pouting. Qara'Sion shook his head. "I'm almost positive we can't get it to work anymore... I probably did break it back in Chorrol... but, at least it's a decent cane... although most mages such as myself would use a staff to cast spells with then just a regular cane to get some benefit out of it." Qara'Sion tried to joke, even if it didn't make any sense as a joke.
Looking at his sister, he noticed her face lit up with shock. "Of...course! Why didn't I think of that before! It's like a staff! So then what powers a staff?" Shenzi slowly said before turning her attention to Qara'Sion. "Sion, do you have a soul gem?" Her brother nodded to her, confused. "Give it to me." Qara'Sion reached into his bag, taking out a greater soul gem to hand to his sister. Shenzi snatched the soul gem (Making Qara'Sion flinch a bit) and picked up the dwemer weapon. She opened the latch on the weapon and hurriedly put the soul gem inside of it. She closed the latch and held on to the trigger of the weapon. "This is what makes it fire right?" She asked her brother. In a bit of a panic, Qara'Sion stood up. "Shenzi do NOT fire that thing here, It's more dangerous than you think!" He snapped at his sister. Sighing, she stood up as well. "Fine, we'll move away from the area and go test it out there. Let's go everyone." She commanded as she walked away with the dwemer weapon.
Qara'Sion, Shenzi, Belle, and the argonian traveled away from the main site, standing amongst the woods on their own. His sister was excited, ready to see if her new toy would work while Qara'Sion was having flashbacks to when the thing decimated a chair and bashed him in the face. "Okay, this is what makes it work right?" Shenzi asked, referring to the trigger. Qara'Sion nodded as he backed away slowly, staring at the weapon. Shenzi held the weapon loosely as she pointed it off into the woods. She pulled the trigger, and....
BANG.
The weapon rang out as it fired, making everyone flinch and causing Shenzi to drop it in shock. "Gods... that sound..." Belle said as she tried to regain her composure. "W-well, at least we know its working again..." Shenzi sheepishly said as she picked it up again. "Damn thing almost smacked me in the face..." She added. "Lucky you..." Came from Qara'Sion's mouth. His sister walked up to him and held out the weapon. "Here, it's yours remember? You should try to practice with it for a bit." She told the younger khajiit. Qara'Sion gulped and regretfully took the weapon from his sister. She was right after all. It would be useful and not require as much skill as a bow would... but it could also blast him into pieces.
Qara'Sion held up the weapon, holding it as sturdy and tight as he could with one hand on the trigger with the other on the barrel. He held it up and aimed it into the woods. He forcibly pulled on the trigger and...
BANG.
The weapon fired again, however Qara'Sion didn't drop it from the recoil. It still remained in his hands despite how scared he was actually using it. But he heard a noise after the weapon fired, a cry of some sort. The group moved to investigate where the noise came from and soon found a mother deer writhing in pain on the ground while its offspring was in the distance, crying. "Oh Gods, I shot it's mother... " Qara'Sion whined in dismay as he held his hands over his mouth. "I-I'm sure the baby will be fine! It just needs to find its father after all!" Belle tried to reassure Qara'Sion as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Yes, besides, it wasn't intentional! Come on, back to the camp!" Shenzi said as she began to push Qara'Sion away from the dying mother deer.
Qara'Sion sulked all the way back to the camp, dragging the dwemer weapon. "I'm such a horrid person..." He mumbled. Shenzi sighed. "Look it wasn't intentional, so don't feel bad little brother. We got the weapon working so that's what matters. Why don't you take a break for now and explore the site?" Shenzi suggested. "There's the tavern, tournaments, fire dancers.... you'll enjoy it a bit here!" Qara'Sion simply sighed and shrugged, walking away from his sister and friends. Hopefully he would find something to do to get his mind off of the current event that took place. Maybe he would watch one of the tournaments, or dancers.
Maybe.
