Tsleeixth winced internally at Sebastian’s reaction to his question, only now realizing that it’d have been best to keep his questions to himself rather than question the man when the catastrophe that had decimated the College was still fresh in the survivor’s minds. “Great going Tsleeixth, you spent all the trip worrying about the people in the College and the first thing you do is ask what the hell happened instead of offering help.” He mentally chided himself, more than a little ashamed of his thoughtless question and lack of tact.
Shaking his head slightly he followed the group to the Hall of Elements, his eyes taking in the damage that the ancient building had taken in the catastrophe. Entering the old building brought mixed feelings to the Argonian’s mind, memories of old times flashing past his eyes for brief seconds bringing forth feelings of nostalgia and melancholy yet the smell of blood and the sight of the wounded students was a constant reminder of whatever tragedy had brought low the College and, with it, feelings of both helplessness and bitter rage.
Breathing deeply he focused his mind on listening to Faralda’s explanation on what had occurred prior to the catastrophe and what had been its cause. On how during the course of a whole week strange ships -which to his great relief hadn’t been Kamal ironclads- had appeared near the College and through some sort of arcane item or ritual, as best as Tsleeixth could guess from Faralda’s explanation, had managed to use the weather itself against the magic institution and the city that had given it it’s name. However when the Altmer woman mentioned that most of the destruction had come due to the fact that a cache of magical charges, stashed away to smuggle off the school as Faralda explained, Tsleeixth felt himself flare up with indignation.
“All of his death, for what...a few septims?” He mused bitterly as Faralda finished her explanation on what had led to the College’s current predicament. He half-listened to the rest of what Faralda had to say, his own thoughts distracting him, and when she was done talking he stepped outside the Hall of Elements, breathing in the cold air to calm himself down. Once he was more calm, Tsleeixth remembered the crates of supplies that they had brought and made his way to the stairs to pick one of the crates -with some difficulty- to haul back to the Hall of Elements but just as he did that he overhead Roze’s question to Sevine.
Freezing a little bit at the thought, he approached the two women and cleared his throat slightly to get their attention“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but hear what you said Roze.” Began the Argonian, shifting slightly as he spoke “Do you truly think these mysterious mages could be allied with the Kamals?” He said to her, shivering slightly as he remembered the devastating might of the Ice-Demons and wondering what they could do if they were allied with the people who had attacked the College “Don’t get me wrong, what you say makes a lot of sense but wouldn’t there had been one of their ships here as well? The College and it’s mages could be a great asset in the fight against the Ice-Demons, you’d think that they’d send at least one group to make sure that the College was out of the picture.” Said Tsleeixth as he began to wonder whether or not the Kamals and this group of strange mages were allied or if there was some bigger motive behind this sudden attacks.