George
"It's always mushrooms with them. Houses, weapons... I remember being told about the different types of mushroom stews as well." Luhn looked around the old Nordic inn as the two of them ascended up towards the attic. When they arrived at Varis' room Luhn let out a low whistle as she looked at all the runes. Most of them flew over her head. Her limited knowledge of Daedric script allowed her to recognize a few words. From Luhn's perspective it looked like a web trinkets and sketches upon the door. The talismens intrigued her, and she tried to imagine what they could be for. Likely a manner of inflicting some sort both horrible and humiliating death on an intruder. She refocuses on Teejun as he spoke to her. 

"Ah, yes I did. It wasn't too late, and I've been in worse situations drunker. Compared to Riften I'd say that Solitude is leagues far more safe. I got back fine, had a nice bowl of fish stew and crawled into my bunk. All nice and cozy. By Azura it's cold at night here." She spoke the last part with venom. The deserts of Hammerfell got agonizingly cold at night, but it was nothing compared to the high altitude chill of Skyrim. The winds blowing down from the frozen sea weren't helping either.
Belle
The Argonian nodded along, smirking at her mention of Telvanni mushroom stews. There were many, many *Flavors*, but they all had varying degrees of bitterness to him. 

Then, at the door to his Lord's room, he turned to her and laughed a little, agreeing, "Completely. I require seven layers of heat-enchanted blankets, some nights. Most nights its five."
Mitchell
The door started to dissipate its enchantments, one by one, like a series of dozens of locks being lodged out of place, before the door opened inward, and revealed Varis on the other side. 

He was draped in morning robes, a series of silk creams and lavenders, as he raised his eyebrows and looked at the two. "Ah. Miss Hleri, a pleasure." He looked to Teejun, and nodded appreciatively. "Please, come in." He stepped aside, allowing Hleri to have a full look at the one-room suite. 

From wall to wall, there was *Stuff*. At least a dozen terrarriums with different kinds of fungus growing within, with some soul gems seemingly powering each of the fungus, as if it was their source of nutrients and energy. Meanwhile, around those terrarriums, was furniture, book shelves, alchemical supplies, enchanting supplies, an incredibly well made, home-made enchanting table, lacking the obsidian and ebony Skyrim typically employed, and opting for a far more aesthetically pleasing series of fungi and ferrofungus shapes. 

The room could have been split into three sections. The first, closest to the door, had the most light from nearby windows and Dunmeri lanterns, suspended in mid-air, levitating of their own accord over a dip in the floor that led to a lounge area with a circular sofa. It seemed the sofa was meant for laying across, or sitting cross-legged, as the back support was nearly non-existent. 

Then, the second section, in the center, was a large summoning circle, surrounded with satchels of chalk and caligraphic materials, supposedly to conjure all manner of arcane powers utilizing glyphs and powerful shapes given power.

Finally, the third section, at the very end, was the least lit bedroom she might have ever seen. It was a shadowy space, where a large bed was situated on the floor, with stones around the base that made its foundation, to keep it somewhat raised and away from vermin. That area had a series of floating terrarriums and fungal light sources, providing a bioluminscent dimness of many colors. 

"Excellent. Now, if you'd please, the resonance glyph has already been drawn," He gestured to the circle on the floor, with series of concentric circles wrapped around different runes and arcane scripts, including some daedric script. "That will relieve the arcane cost for these spells, and ideally protect you from any unwanted effects. Basic safety measures."

He nodded. "Figured I might as well use them, since the lack of safety seemed to bother you." 

Varis placed his hands behind his back and looked to Teejun, "Please, close the door on your way in. I'll need to reseal the enchantments."
George
Luhn was taken aback by the sight. She stepped into Varis' suite and her eyes went wide. The amount of stuff was far from what she expected to see at what was supposed to be a temporary residence. She nodded as Varis spoke but her mind and eyes were busy. If this was a small slice of Telvanni life she wondered what an actual Telvanni home was like. Did all of the wizards in that house keep such eclectic towers? Her eyes danced from terrarium to terrarium, she saw colors and shapes of fungus that she didn't even know could exist. Luhn dragged her eyes away and refocused on Varis. 

"Good-uhm, Good morning. Wow, you've really got something going on in here..." She shifted her stance as she looked up at the ceiling, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "Levitation enchantment or is there something powering them?" She turned her head as she heard Teejun moving in behind her and closing the door. She finally glanced down and spotted the circle. "I appreciate the safety measures. Makes me feel less nervous about this." 

Luhn took a moment to prepare herself. Taking in a deep breath and moving to stand in the circle, taking care to step directly into the center of the runes. Wouldn't want to muss up the chalk, or whatever Varis had drawn onto the floor.
Mitchell
He nodded at her assessment of the levitating lanterns and other baubles and trinkets. "An enchantment. A series of manipulated soul gems maintains the enchantment indefinitely, inside of the lanterns." He gestured toward one, and had it float toward him, opening its paper exterior to reveal a glowing ring along the rims of the lantern, revealing the ethereal wisps of soul energy within a ring-shaped soul gem, completely different to the typical soul gems one might find in their average shop or magic vendor's supply. 

He let it float back up to the ceiling, before he went to reset his enchantments and protections. Once complete, he nodded and walked back to the circle. 

"Of course. And, yes, good morning," He waved his hand, nodding as he said it. 

He moved toward a table near the circle, and picked up a stack of paper, scribbled with all manner of actual mathematical equations and formulas. It was the heart of magic, and was necessary for theoretical spell-crafting that was not pure chaos. When a person casts a fireball, they are utilizing the summarized synthesis of thousands of arcane formulas. Or, they performed the spell without understanding any of it, and using sheer will alone. 

But, based on the stack of paper, there was a science to all of it. 

Varis looked up from their documents back to Luhn, double checked a few pages here and there, before nodding and setting the papers down.

He looked up at her, and held his hand up. "Now, allow me to verify your, state of mind, hm?" 

With a snap of his fingers, and a soundless uttered incantation, Luhn could *Feel* A presence in her mind. Consider a headache, and how it pounds at the front of one's skull, but in this case, it was a tapping, as if something was knocking on the door to her mind. 

It was intuitive, whether she accepted or not, a decision based on the bulwark defenses of her mind, whether they werre in place or not. 

The spell was designed to get a basic layout of her mind, general headspace, and her susceptability to magic that would alter her mental state.
George
Luhn glanced at the lantern with interest. She raised her brow in wonder at the sight of the peculiar gem. Her hand moved out to touch it but she caught herself, keeping it low and making sure the impulsive move wasn't seen. She stood casually in the circle as she watched him move about and shuffle the papers on the small desk. The pit in her stomach turned over, some part of her still felt unsure. Out of the corner of her vision she saw Varis began to move. Luhn turned to face him.

"Right... Right." Luhn's brow furrowed slightly as she felt the pressure, a faint tingle seemed to run from the center of her forehead down the length of her skull. She wasn't sure if she should focus on it or not. Her base instict was to ignore it, a deep breath and she focused her senses on something else. Her fingers tapped along the pommel of her sword. Beneath her fingers she felt the worn metal of the elaborate pommel. Her eyes settled on a far away terraium, observing a twisting fungus that appeared to be made of red tentacles. If Varis was in her mind she couldm't tell. Not that she would ever have been familiar with such an invasive sort of spell.