Cynthia
After a long trek across Skyrim, he finally made it to the College of Winterhold. Jo'Khari looks up at the main building, marveling at just how it managed to stay standing while the rest of Winterhold crumbled. He knew very little about the college, but it was obvious that the foundations itself held some sort of magic. He found himself wanting to take part of the brick and see if it was the building materials themselves that held the enchantments or if perhaps sigils were carved into them at a later date. Luck doesn't account for things as big as that, at least not in his mind.
His attention drifts as around at the courtyard.
Carol
As Jo'Khari looked around he would see a Altmer standing over by a fire, her nose bright red. She wore a thick blue coat and was just loitering around the fire.

"A'chew!' Lenore let off a short, squeaky sneeze and rubbed her nose, sniffling 

"Stupid colds..." Lenore mumbled as she warmed by the fire.
Cynthia
Intrigued, he walks over to the fire, roughly across from the altmer woman. He looks up at her for a moment before letting his gaze drift into the fire.
"Bless you, madame. Forgive my intrusion, but wouldn't it be easier to warm yourself inside, no?"
Carol
"I would, but some stuck up milkdrinker is in there... Don't tell him I said that." Lenore would wrinkle her nose and sneeze again.

She was referring to Ancano, a powerful mage sent by the Dominon to do whatever they wanted to do here. He was very nosy, and not a person you wanted to mess with. Made all Altmer look bad.

"Besides, I like the cold..." Lenore added, which was a lie.

Ancano made her uncomfortable, especially with his comments. But there was nothing she could do. He was a big reason why she didn't like being at the College.
Cynthia
Jo'Khari nodded. He got the feeling the woman was lying about liking the cold, but he decided not to press. It wouldn't do good to make people uncomfortable with his probing the first time he went to the college. He'd rather make friends, all things considered.
"Ah, I see the College of Winterhold is no different than the rest of Skyrim, yes? Even mages have people to dislike. Say, madame, may I ask your name?" He inquired.
Carol
"I'm Lenore. Scholar. Master of Destruction." Lenore gave her name as well as her place in the College.

Again, she let out a high pitched sneeze, rubbing her nose and sniffling.

"You are...?" She looked over at the Dunmer and left it open for him to answer.
Cynthia
"Bless you once again. I am Jo'Khari, though my friends call me Short-Claws," He took a moment to think before continuing, "I'm an expert in conjuration and restoration, having studied at the College of Whispers for quite a long time a bit ago. I'm mostly a wanderer, though, and I decided to wander here since the civil war prevents travel out of Skyrim."
He notedly waved his hands and gestured as he spoke, speaking with an accent clearly not from Skyrim.
He cocked his head as he continued, " You say you are a master of destruction, yes? Do you teach here at the college?"
Carol
"A pleasure to meet you." She stuck out a hand, but then realized she had a cold.

"No unfortunately, I've tried too but well they already got a teacher. I plan on it later down the line. As for now I'm just researching Ancient Nordic History, they do have powerful mysterious and artifacts hidden within these mountains. I often explore Skyrim or continue my studies here. I even plan on hosting Nordic Culture teachings. If we are to be in Skyrim, better know it's History and Culture." She explained.
Cynthia
"The pleasure is all mine, madame Lenore," He said. He was glad she retracted the hand, as he didn't want to catch what she had.
He nodded as she spoke and replied, "Nordic history is very interesting. I'm sure you've encountered much of it if you've ever entered one of their barrows. Though if you have, I'm sure your mastery of destruction was quite helpful."
Carol
"The Nordic Burials and Ruins are dangerous, nearly lost a leg or two. But I've managed. Until I tried making my way towards Bleaks Falls, bastard thieves had more numbers than me, and it didn't help I was suffering from a cold. So I came back here, only to remember why I don't like coming here." Lenore scoffed and looked at the door. 

She hoped that Ancano would he done with his inspections or whatever he did. She didn't like being near him as he berated her ever chance he got.
Cynthia
"I have not explored them myself, but I have heard of how dangerous they are between the bandits and the undead. I used to travel with the caravans, and adventurers love to tell their tales of near death," He said.

Jo'Khari got the idea Lenore really hated whoever she was avoiding if it kept her from even enjoying coming back to the college. After a moment of rumination, he decided to ask about them.

"Hopefully you do not mind me asking, but who is it that has you so on edge?" He asked, "I plan to enroll, and if this person is so terrible, I would like to avoid them."
Carol
"Some asshole from the Thalmor. Nothing we can do about it besides be stepped on. The Arch Mage has done his best, but we really don't want to piss off the Thalmor. They already have their nasty hands around Skyrim as is... I just don't like him and he hates me more of the same." Lenore sighed and kicked a bit of the snow.

She once again, sneezed.

"Ancano is his name. Best to avoid his presence otherwise he'll yell at you for why we don't have three ply toilet paper or something..." Lenore shrugged.
Cynthia
He shook his head, "The Thalmor... Nasty folk, they are. It is unfortunate to see them even here, but I suppose it is to be expected. No dictatorship would want to leave a whole college of mages unattended, let alone one as isolated as this from their influence."

He scuffed the snow with his boot and chuckled at Lenore's comment.

"I remember the Thalmor back home. They really are the type to throw a fit over hair in a khajiit home," Jo'Khari said.
Carol
"For our sake and for the College. Just do what he says or avoid him. Keep him happy and we will only have to deal with him and not the entire fan club." She added.
Cynthia
Jo'Khari nodded, "I understand. Keeping one happy is better than a whole circus of them. Oh well, things are as they are. Hopefully, I will not cross paths with him much. I hope for your sake you do not either. You seem a pleasant enough person."
Ronnie
"I wouldn't say do *Anything* He says." A voice says, as an small cat exits a portal. Heat emanates from the portal, providing a short relief from the bitter cold, but as the portal closes so does the heat dissipate, "If he asks for anything... *Zitri* Come to me, first." The cat says, Jo'Khari would recognize the cat is an Alfiq, and Lenore would recognize that it's the Arch-Mage, "The cold doesn't suit you, Lenore," He says, using telekinesis to remove an amulet from his bag, "Here, this should ward off some of the cold. And for Magrus' sake drink a cure disease potion." He turns to the Dunmer, "A new arrival? I don't recognize your face."
Carol
Lenore was surprised.

"Good to see you again Jo'Del... It's been a month or two..." She greeted.

She would catch the potion and drink it, letting off one more sneeze before it seemed over time, to make the cold go away slowly.

"This is Jo'Khari... Our newest student. Jo'Khari this is Jo'Del, Archmage of the College." She introduced the two.

There was a hidden reason why Lenore said to do what Ancano said, one that she was forced by the man himself. But Lenore knew better than to give signs to the two.
Cynthia
Jo'Khari's eyes widened. He hadn't expected to see an alfiq in Skyrim, let alone in a position of power. He bowed his head for a few seconds out of respect.

"It is good to meet you, sir. I will say, I did not expect to see you so soon. I thought I'd have to get into some trouble first," He joked.
Ronnie
He laughs, "I prefer to help with the growth of our *Deliit* Personally. Education is important, and I do whatever I can to help the next generation of great *Rishajiit*." He says
Carol
Lenore felt better with the potion.

"Becareful when heading inside, Ancano is there looking around. Think he was asking for you, the same old stuff as usual. But how have you been Jo'Del?" She asked and sort of playfully warned the Archmage.
Cynthia
"It is good to see a head that is interested in the students. My time at the College of Whispers was not so like that, so this is already a better experience," Jo'Khari smiled.
Ronnie
"It's a good thing I recently placed an anti-magic enchantment on the doors to my quarters." He says, "As well as replacing the locks with stronger ones. I never want that incident repeated." He says, feigning a shiver. 

"Yes I've heard very mixed reviews of the College of Whispers, with the only upside being their allowance of Conjuration and Necromancy."
Carol
"Ugh I regretted ever visiting that place..." Lenore rubbed her temples.

"I need a drink, hopefully Ancano didn't mess with my wine supply or I will be drinking his wine." Lenore bit her lip.
Doris
Soon enough, the man himself walked out and shot a look at the three. He looked like he was about to say something but he mumbled something underneath his breath.

As he walked he stared a Lenore before making his way to a different section of the College.
Carol
"What a... " Lenore stopped herself.
Cynthia
"Yes, they were very thorough in their teachings of conjuration and necromancy. I was hoping this place would have some more on the subject. I never managed to master it at the other college," He said.

He watched as Ancano walked to another section of the college and leaned towards Lenore to mutter, "He certainly seems to not like you, no?"
Ronnie
"I hope you learn what you can during your time here, our Wizards are some of the best." He says, as Ancano exits the building he reflexicely casts a Chameleon spell, staying in Ancano's peripheral vision, "I wonder where he's off to..."
Carol
She crossed her arms and she would cock her head.

"It's because I'm a half-breed and as well an Altmer interested in Nordic Culture. I cross off all the check marks the Thalmor hate." Lenore scoffed.

Lenore then saw Jo'Del cast a calmeleon spell.

"Probably to his Thalmor buddies..." She commented.
Doris
Ancano had wandered off towards the balcony, perhaps to get some fresh air.
Cynthia
He let his hands rest at his hips, "I do not get their issue, but then again I am a dark elf raised by khajiit, so I am not exactly their biggest fan."

His eyes lingered on the Arch-Mage, "I did not know chameleon spells were still around. I thought it was just invisibility or not."
Carol
"I wouldn't be surprised if he could pull a rabbit out of a hat. He is full of surprises." Lenore commented.
Ronnie
He disspells Chameleon, "We have all manor of spells, nothing is out of use, some of our scholars even dug up spells from the second era!" He says, proudly, "We have quite the library."
Cynthia
His eyes widened, "You truly have spells from the second era? Ha! I should have come here first instead of the College of Whispers."
Carol
"I wish Levation wasn't banned... I could have rain down Oblivion on those bandits if they didn't have the high ground..." Lenore groaned.

"My Teleportation needs more work as well... Still haven't got it down yet." Lenore added
Ronnie
"It's only banned if you get caught." He says, "You can practice it here, just not in cities where the Empire roams around."
Cynthia
"You truly can teach those forgotten magics here?" He asked, eyes wide with surprise and amazement, "Perhaps I should not have thought of this place as a last resort after all."