Phyllis
"More eyes on this could help. What are your theories?" He asks
Douglas
"My research often brings me back to the Tribunal. There is most certainly a cult on this island. I received a pristine copy of the Full 36 lessons from this island. The shipping manifest also included a mask. One of a Clockwork God."

*She paused, took 3 gulps, and continued.*

"Perhaps it's Vaermina, a cult was here if you want to believe an ex Vigilant i met. But the most likely answer is the Dragon Priest. You've read the Guardian and the Traitor, right? Say's he'll come back. I just have a hunch thats the most likely outcome... But all are plausible."
Phyllis
"I doubt it's any Tribunal cult, this isn't their usual MO. And I doubt it's Dagoth, either, nobody's noticed any odd dreams, save for the trances that are plaguing a solid chunk of the population, Oblivion it's even got Neloth's attention." He pauses and thinks for a moment, "I did some investigating, but it's like I've hit a mental brick wall. I know I came across something big, but as soon as I came back it just... Vanished from my mind."
Douglas
"Have you investigated the ruins of the old temple? I remember it always being so odd."

*She hadn't been affected by any sort of strangeness on the island yet. She recalled things clearly. Even then, she was very strong willed.*

"Worth a look maybe."

*But was it worth looking at with a spear-toting alcoholic? There's no way to know if she could be trusted.*
Phyllis
"The... Temple..." He thinks for a moment, then shuffles some of the papers, finding one with hastily scribbled text on it, "The Temple, the Temple, the Temple..." He repeats to himself, reading the paper, "Yes, yes..." He slams his hand onto the table, "Miraak, Miraak, Miraak," He repeats to himself, like he's trying to commit the name to memory, "Miraak the Traitor, Miraak the Dragon Priest, Miraak..." He stands up, "Going to the Temple now would be foolish, we don't know what's going on there, what forces he have, or even the full extent of his abilities. We should prepare first, specifically, we should try to counteract the memory effects... How are you at enchanting?"
Francie
Nereva is the alcoholic
Douglas
"Rubbish, I never really dabbled with it. I'm not even entirely sure what we could do about any sort of memory loss. Perhaps my new arrival is enough to keep me safe from it... For a time anyway. I fear we might be getting in over our heads anyway..."

*She thought for a moment.*

"Just write down everything important. Paper does not forget."

*She wrote the word in plain Cyrodiilic, with rough, insane looking handwriting. Miraak.*
Phyllis
"We should find someone who specialises in it, get some amulets made up, enchanted with magic negation. You won't be able to use any armor spells on yourself, but if my theory is correct it should protect us from the mental effects, assuming they're magic based." He says, "For now we'll have to keep everything in writing, and hope there isn't something that can mess with paper and writing."
Douglas
"If anywhere would have what we're looking for, it's Tel Mithryn. It's just asking ourselves if we want to speak with a Telvanni Master."

*She did not. She stood up, grabbing the remaining jug of Sujamma.*

"There's enough time in the day left to get there, right? Unless you have other ideas."
Phyllis
"I travel better at night, if Neloth doesn't have what we need we may have to resort to going back to the College." He stretches, "We can go on foot or travel in some other way."
Douglas
"It's not a very... Niche, enchantment. Maybe we can find something in town? East Empire company is here for Jiub's sake."

*She stared at him. His preference for traveling at night... She singled him out right away. The eyes didn't help either. But she didn't care. If anything she'd make a joke about it later.*

"Let's look around town... Then make way for Tel Mithryn at night."
Phyllis
He laughs pretty hard, "The East Empire Company hasn't been here since the Blight. Bled the city dry and then left us to pick up the pieces." He says, "Well let's get on with it then." He says, making his way towards the door
Douglas
"Maybe my memory is going foggy."

*She said, half joking. She walked behind him. Being home still made her uncomfortable. If felt the same... But she didnt recognize anyone.*
Phyllis
"There's not a lot of people here who would sell magic trinkets, the only person who could would be Fethis, he sells plenty of odds and ends. An anti-magic amulet would be odd, though."
Douglas
"I suppose in the normal, outside world, yes. Worth a try, I don't particularly want to visit Neloth. Any Telvanni for that matter... I only ever met one i could tolerate."

*There was clear discomfort on her face as she looked around, she didn't like being here.*

"Far too many memories here."