Ray
He nodded toward her comment on the Telvanni being less than merciful. He listened to what she knew and raised an eyebrow. Slave traders all the way out in Hammerfell? Well, that was during the time of the Tribunal, so no wonder his people were so arrogant as to intrude on other nations' borders without disguising themselves. Though, she turned the topic toward Teejun again, and nodded. 

"Oh yes, I ensure to not perform any lethal experiments on him, but, the occassional mishap, like where his scales turn a different color, or I make every other scale invisible, and minor alterations? He takes pleasure in. Thankfully, I am not a scholar of destruction, and so I have no interest in casting a fireball at him any time soon."

The Wizard placed his hands together as he said, "What of your old employer, Lovrinnon? Did he ever perform experiments on you? Or, perhaps, looking back, did he ever perform any without you knowing?"
Virgil
Luhn gave a small look of relief when Varis revealed that he was kind with his experiments. But his next question caused her to knit her brows together in concern. She scrunched her nose a little bit while she processed it. "N-no? He was a very kind man I don't think he would ever do something without me knowing... Lovrinnon was practically a grandfather to me." The alcohol in her system kept her from disguising her confusion. 

She continued. "He did enchantments on items at his shop, not on people. Not that I know of." She ran a thumb along her jaw in thought, her memories felt a bit muddled from the haze of childhood as she thought back on it. But she knew for sure that it didn't fit with Lovrinnon's character to do such a thing.
Ray
His eyebrows rose at her confusion at his question. He listened, and when she finished, a frown formed on his lips. "A shame. A Mer being so old, and yet still connected enough toward reality that he did not see all things as specimens in the greater scheme of things." He shrugged and placed his hands together after setting his cup on the counter. Varis looked back toward the tavern, narrowing his eyes as he saw a group of newcomers enter and make their way toward a table, laughing and hollering about something. He watched them, as they looked toward the entertainment, and sneers grew on their faces. 

Varis looked away from them and back toward Luhn, saying, "Enchantments on items in the shop? Did he create animated armor, or things of that nature?"
Virgil
Luhn payed no notice to the newcomers. She scratched the tip of her chin. "Let's see..." Luhn set out a bit of a sigh, before listing off what she knew. "Never an animated set of armor, Old man already had a hard enough time getting himself a crumb of respect long ago. Making a set of armor move would no doubt get him kicked out of Belkarth. No, Lovrinnon would enchant the weapons of the guard or for the caravans. Beyond killing tools he made a name for himself as a great clothing enchanter; made fine silk scarves that could withstand a sandstorm, sets of leather armor that would be as strong as duneripper hide. But sometimes he would get a rather interesting commission."

Luhn smiled as she reminisced. "A noble from Hew's Bane made a journey all the way up to Craglorn. A handsome young man, swarthy and boastful strutted into our shop flanked by his guard. I was busy organizing tomes, and I overhear him requesting a saddle that would prevent him from falling off his horse. He offered a very large sum, so my Boss humored him. It took about a month to make the saddle was custom made from the finest camel leather, beaded with beetle wings and drops of gold. After that my Boss spent three days perfecting the enchantment. To test the damn thing we put it on the towns most ornery mule, and tossed a young child on top of it. Kid never fell, despite the tantrum the mule had."
Ray
Varis raised an eyebrow as she eluded to the utter lack of civility, as far as he saw it, within Belkarth. He almost spat, as the vile words collected at the tip of his tongue, and he prepared to unleash a slew of anti-n'wah rhetoric. Though, he stopped himself as she told the tale of her boss's commission, which allowed a grin to form on his face. "An impressive enchantment." 

He put a finger to his beard as he pondered it, whether the magi utilized an elastic enchantment, or a gravitational one. Did the enchantment caused a burden along the layer of clothing/skin attached to the saddle, to make the rider denser in that layer, so much so that it would be impossible to get off of the saddle? Incorporating all the variables involved, such as the want to get off, whether the enchantment would activate once every part of the rider was on, or if it was a lattice network... The thoughts brimmed in his mind, before he looked toward her. 

"An exceptional enchanter, indeed. A shame he did not settle in Morrowind, where his crafts would certainly be better appreciated. Or, anywhere else, for that matter. It is always a shame when a Kena is not given the proper respect they deserve. What of your travels? Has working for a wizard aided you in any encounters with, more... Rogue, and *Wild* Sorcerers?" It was clear, that though he obviously held a high regard for magic users, he saw the pagan ritualists and rogue mages as *Inferior*.
Virgil
Luhn shrugged. "He told me he settled in Hammerfell due to it's and I quote 'comfortable distance to the Abecean, and a slightly less comfortable distance to the Summerset Isle.' He was never keen on returning to Alinor, but never ever told me why. Probably bad blood between him and the other High Elves. Of course there's always the Thalmor issue. But alas, he took that secret with him to the grave."

"Hmmm, He never really taught me any skill that would serve me in combat. Really the only thing he ever gave me in that regard would be my sword. But I have been lucky. My travels throughout Tamriel have been decently smooth sailing." Luhn hesitated for a moment and rolled her eyes a bit. "Well, most of it has been smooth. No issues with mages but I almost got mugged in the Imperial City. And almost got shot a few times when passing through a bandit infested forest... And there was a stabbing incident back in Chorral..." Luhn lifted the bottom corner of her tunic revealing a rather fresh scar on the lower left side of her torso. The scar was small, the wound was not debilitating or life threatening when it was fresh. "Hurt like a bitch that one. And the worst part of it was that I had been flirting with the guy before he tried to get my gold pouch off of me."