Eric
"Not really. But I must say," He holds up his hand and wiggles his thumb, "This makes things a lot easier. So I use this form a lot more." He chuckles, "This form is also better in combat, although the Senche form I have is much more suited for it."
Jennifer
"I envy that freedom, I had toyed with the idea of a more mechanical, modular form, but I decided against it. Most apostles would replace everything, but that seemed too hasty to me. The imperfection of the flesh is what makes us individual."

*He spoke loudly, yet Softly. Everything he did had a presence, and confidence to it.*
Eric
"I agree with that. To strive for perfection is to work against what makes us who we are." He says, he did always enjoy the odd philosophical conversation, it kept his mind working, kept it at top shape, "I simply have to ask, what was it like being in the Clockwork City, seeing it at its peak?"
Jennifer
"To be truthful with you, it never was the Perfection that was intended. It was a center for the arcane and technology, but it still had its slums, it's malfunctions. Some people would end up there that had no business there. It only deteriorated from its height. The Nerevarine saw it at it's worst..."

*He sighed.*

"But I did enjoy my time there. Sotha Sil was what the people saw him to be. To me, he was like a father. While the Death of Nerevar is regrettable, Sotha Sil never troubled the Dunmer people, I cannot say the same about the other two."
Eric
"It's hard to trouble your people when you're busy with your studies." He says, "Although I can't deny Sotha didn't murder his colleagues or dangle a meteor over a city." He says with a laugh, "As much as they were gods they were still people, with their own flaws."
Jennifer
"It always felt as though we were a very separate group from the rest of the Temple. I was a Priest. At the time, I believed that it was important to have balance between the three, to not worship one over the other."

*He showed the back of his hand. It had a tribunal crest on it, along with the standard clockwork carvings.*

"I don't believe that anymore though. I've been through enough... Religion, I dont choose to worship anything. Besides maybe Hermaeus Mora, but I think the watchlings are Cute."
Eric
"Ah, Hermorah, that which speaks in the wastes. I'm familiar with him, he's one of the more... Intriguing daedra to people of our ilk." He says, his tone isn't disproving, he has a very neutral opinion of the Princes, figures them a necessary evil to the world of magic.
Jennifer
"I've always found your culture interesting. Many of my... House, don't think kindly of the "Beast" Races. But i enjoy learning all perspectives. My time in Elsweyr was cut short by Dragons, but I enjoyed Rimmen and Senchal."

*They were getting closer to the cave.*

"I prefer not to Cohort with daedra, but as you say, an necessary evil."
Eric
"Yes, many people think lesser of the Betmer. Some even falsely brand the Orsimer as Betmer, it's disgraceful." He says, he closes his eyes and begins channeling the Clairvoyance spell, locating the path they'll need to take to get to the artifact
Jennifer
"The Situation i found in Elsweyr at the time was disappointing, apart from the dragons. The Tharn Family ruled Anequina, until Queen Khamira took power back. Even now the Khajiit don't rule themselves. It's a pity, you're a strong people. But i suppose the Thalmor or the Empire step on everything in the end. Ever Pervasive, ever consuming.*

*He watched him cast the spell.*

"What's your call?"
Eric
"It's being worn by a prisoner, all the way in the back of the cave." He says, "The cave is just a straight shot, too. There's a few bandits. We might be able to avoid them completely. Seems they're all asleep."
Jennifer
"I'm not exactly light footed."

*He said, jokingly.*

"The prisoner would probably alert them instead of letting the mask fall into our hands. I don't expect this to be hard, but its not necessarily going to be easy."
Eric
"Who said we need to talk to the prisoner. I can transport them directly to the College, if need be." He says, "Open a portal underneath their cage, possibly directly into the Chill. It'd merely constitute wrongful arrest."
Jennifer
"What would you do without those portals, I wonder? You go in first. I'll follow."
Eric
"Aren't they so useful?" He says with a chuckle. He casts Eyes of Midnight, allowing him to see in the dark without any light source, and moves into the cave, walking quietly
Jennifer
*He waits for his eyes to adjust like a normal person. He normally would have put his staff to the ground with every step. Not now, though.*