Joseph
"Of course, just a moment... Damn pockets, where did I- ah, there we go. Thanks."

*The old man pulled out a coin purse from his coat and produced a handful of golden septims, counting out fifteen with his fingers and setting them on the counter. Putting away the purse, he picked up the bottle of mead and began looking around the room. He looked first towards the Altmer, then to what looked like a Bosmer at first glance. Then he seemed to eye the tail, and his look became one of curiosity. With the mead in hand he walked over to the two.*

"Ah, excuse me for a moment. Do you mind if I sit here?"
Dante
"The hands of an engineer can't counteract the inherent vulnerability against lightning magic." He says, then turns to the new visitor, "I don't mind," He says, "What say you, Dar'zaddha?"
Samantha
"True, true, perhaps there is some way to insulate against that," He says. He turns his head towards the visitor, tail twitching. He eyes him up and down briefly before shrugging, "I do not mind either."
Joseph
"Thank you. Now, I could not help but overhear a bit of your conversation. Your mention of insulating against lightning magic caught my ear, mind if I ask you more about that, er... Oh, pardon an old man his errors. I am Bromfing Drakenwyrd. And you two are?"

*Bromfing smiled a bit, and he didn't look like the type to smile often given his at first serious demeanor. Perhaps it was the prospect of meeting other intellectuals?*
Dante
"I'm Haliochtus," He says, "And you heard correctly, it's a part of a project I've been toying with. Are you a mage?"
Samantha
"Dar'zaddha, although I also go by Nimblepaw," He replies, "It is nice to meet you, sir. And indeed, you heard correctly. Are you a mage like my friend here? I am not one, personally, but I am a skilled engineer."
Joseph
"Indeed. I am a scholar of the College of Winterhold, there I teach the students of ancient cultures. Primarily I give lectures on the history and lives of the Dwemer, and at times I am also asked to give lessons on the Falmer. Not the sort that blindly stalk the ruins of the long-gone Dwarves, but those from long before that. At any rate, well met. Could you please tell me more of this project?"
Dante
"I wager, given the right modifications, one can turn the hulking Centurion animunculi into a suit capable of dominating battlefields, as well as some maritime applications, like construction. But there are some flaws that need to be worked around."
Samantha
Dar'zaddha nods, "It would probably require quite the power source. You might even have to dabble in black souls to power something of that magnitude."
Joseph
"Curious, very curious... It would likely take a lot of energy to get something as big as a Centurion to work like a suit of armor for one person. That also brings in the issue of supplying energy; a source of energy only found deep within Dwemer workshops or removed from the interior of a Centurion is impractical in the long term, and the dynamo cores are otherwise an enigma. It would likely take several soul gems to power it on the other hand, but I doubt it would be as simple as enchanting a staff."
Dante
"I doubt we'd need to tap into black soul gems, the suit isn't autonomous, so there'd be input to move it. The Dynamo Core may work as a power source, while soul gems act as supplemental power. Perhaps we can draw power from the Dynamo Cores, or grand soul gems as an alternative... Or perhaps varla or welkynd stones. I don't suppose you know where there may be Ayleid ruins?"