Ronnie
"So, has your magic always been chaotic, or is this a recent occurrence?" He asks as they walk, he has about a million questions, but he's doing his best to not bombard the poor sod with the lot of them.
William
"It's been around for as long as I can remember. It's not really just chaotic, but it's hard to get it to do what I intend. Like what happened with the tree. Pretty much anything I try other than simple spells is liable to do something unpredictable. I did study for a short time when I was little, under a few mentors back home in High Rock. They always said that I was powerful but that I couldn't control it, and even now about twenty years later that's still true, and I haven't come much closer to knowing how to get a grip on it."

*Ronan continued walking as he spoke, looking around absently at the architecture of the College and the snow still falling from the sky.*
Ronnie
"Hmmm" He thinks aloud, "Perhaps one of your parents... Do you know if they ever had dealings with *Athranzoh*? Perhaps they desired some sort of power, and offered you as payment, or you were the power they wanted." He says, "Otherwise this is truly an odd *Dosana*."
William
"Sorry, *Athranzoh*? *Dosana*? I'm assuming that's Ta'agra, but I'm afraid I can't speak it. I don't think my parents would ever go so low as to deal with Daedra or spirits or whatever else. They're good people, not some cultists in a cave."
Ernest
*The portal he had entered through opened directly in front of one of the Columns.*

"He should work on that, he damn near opened it in the column..."

*He turned realizing now maybe wasn't the best time hearing the conversation. But it was difficult to ignore what he was holding in his hands.*
Ronnie
"Yes, it is Ta'agra, sorry I tend to- IS THAT THE MASK OF DAGOTH UR?!" Jo'Del shouts, interrupting himself
Terry
You could describe his jaw dropping and eyes popping out of his head
William
*Ronan turned around, visibly startled by the sudden shouting and likely wanting to see what was going on. Then he saw the mask, and he looked... Disturbed. Scared, even. And evidently lost for words too.*

"Dagoth... Ur. Dagoth Ur. His mask. His mask... By the Eight, why do you have that?"
Ernest
"I'd like to seal this in the Midden, if thats alright. I can perform the proper religious rites and wards, I just would like permission."

*He reached for his hip.*

"And um, give the other Masks and hopesfire to Nereva."
Ronnie
"I suppose that should be alright. If possible seal it in a magic negation field, if you can't I can whip up an enchanted item that will do that for us." He says, "If people start complaining about dreams we will need to find a new place for it, or increase the defenses."
Ernest
"I understand... But you'll probably find it interesting that it had... Possessed someone in a way. And was able to create ash creatures. I'll be going then, and to you, human, I'm not a member here but welcome."

*He left for that hatch in the courtyard after leaving the other relic's on a table in the courtyard.*
William
"Uh... Well then. I suppose... Things at the College are a little different to what I anticipated."

*At this point Ronan was just unsure of how to continue the conversation with how much information he was receiving at once.*
Ronnie
"Were you expecting more dangerous artifacts or less?" He says with a chuckle, "As I was saying, *Athranzoh* Means Daedra, and *Dosana* Means Curiosity." He says, "And you'd be surprised how many seemingly-good people oft have dealings with Daedra. Byleth, the Dunmer you just saw, worships Hermaeus Mora, many mages do, as his sphere is more than tempting to those in the pursuit of knowledge."
William
"Still... I don't believe that my parents would get involved with such forces. We're just a family of vintners, for a long time my ancestors produced wine and tended to vineyards. Sure my father is somewhat of a social climber but I don't think he'd go that far... I've heard enough stories of deals with Daedra going wrong. Certainly not my mother either, she's always tried to help me avoid hurting people."

*It was easily apparent that Ronan was a young and possibly naive person, someone who generally saw the best in people. But he sighed, and he continued. As he did though, he moved a hand to his forehead. The hood of the fur cloak moved up a bit, revealing a mark shaped like the letter 'H.'*

"I don't think we've got anything to offer, besides. Wayrest was looted by pirates. The estate there is gone, and whatever wealth my parents had stored there is probably being used to purchase skooma or weapons or whatever else pirates like."
Ronnie
"The Princes can be quite convincing. Especially the one I'm thinking is the cause of your problem." He says, "And he is not a Prince to be taken lightly, and the one most likely to make a deal for simple amusement, rather than personal gain." He sighs, "*Sheggorath.*"
William
"Sheogorath... I mean... He would be the one to make deals for wine and nothing else, but... My father wouldn't make a deal like that would he...?"

*Ronan was starting to stutter and seize up as the gears turned in his head. And he was beginning to break down a bit.*

"I'm... No. I just... I'm sorry, I'm trying to process this. Could we proceed with becoming a student of the College, please? I need to distract myself for the time being."
Ronnie
"Yes of course," He says, leading Ronan to the Hall of Attainment, "This is where you will be staying, I will have Mirabelle have your room ready with your uniform." He says, then moving to the Hall of the Elements, "This is what some would call the 'heart' of the College. Classes will take place in the Hall of the Elements. Some classes will take place in the Arcanaeum, which is the Colleges library."