George
Luhn glanced over at the alchemy table. She stepped forward slightly to get a better look at the table and nodded. "I knew the Telvanni grew their towers but wasn't aware that they took care of their own crafts tables and furniture as well. Must be affordable." She joked. "I remember getting a rather lengthy lecture about the intricacies of my employers enchanting table, thing cost him a fortune when he was younger." 

Luhn took another glance around the room, at all the trinkets and magial components. She turned back to face Varis and bowed her head politely. "Many thanks for the enchantment, It's got the bite i've been looking for. I don't think I have any more services that I need of you. I can still offer my blade in case you need anything, y'know tracked down or killed. Within reason, of course. My schedule is a bit empty." She chuckled and rested her hands on her hips casually, a small grin on her face.
Mitchell
The Telvanni Spellwright placed his hand to his beard as he held his elbow, raising an eyebrow as she commented on the use of fungi. A grin formed as she said it, and he nodded toward her assumption of affordability. Then again, the education was not the most affordable, but well worth the effort. 

"Enchanting tables come in many different forms all throughout history. As for the enchantment, I'm glad it is to your liking. Kill plenty with it. I imagine you do not follow the Three, but," He nodded his head. "In their name."

Varis placed his hands behind his back as he smiled and said, "Then you will receive word if I require anything within your skillset. For now, I am out of tasks. That dungeon... I still plan on it, but, we will have to see. My schedule is quite full. Though, ideally that will not stop me," He held up his hand and whisked away his own doubts about the delve. "It has been a pleasure."

The wizard whisked his hand, and the enchantments on the door started to dissipate one by one, lowering the defenses, allowing Teejun to hold it open for Luhn. "Should you need anything else enchanted, have the coin, and I'll be here, or, at least, somewhere in Skyrim."
George
Luhn nodded to him and moved to exit his room. "Great, I should still be the around the Hold for the next few weeks, If I leave then the furthest I go may be to Markarth or somewhere out in the Reach. Im sure you have some magical means of communication if you have dire need of me, but I don't think you will. Was pleasant meeting you once again kinsman." She smiles and walks out of the door, giving Teejun a polite bow. "Good to meet you as well Teejun. Have a good rest of your day." She waves as she leaves, strutting down the stairs and out the door of the inn. 

Not much time had passed since Luhn first entered The Winking Skeever for the morning. She was feeling a bit peckish, and made her way to the cities market, which was in full swing as more people had woken up. A couple of septum's spent and she soon settled down on a small plot of grass with a couple of pieces of bread and dried fish. Figuring out what to do for the rest of the day.
Mitchell
The Enchanter waved her off as she left, while Teejun provided a nod of the head, given a toothy grin might have been seen as aggressive.
Belle
When she made her way down the stairs, the Argonian turned his head toward Varis, "Do you need anything?"
Mitchell
A shake of the head. "Just... Time." He tapped his chin as he pondered the spell he had just performed. The proper variables were in place, now, he just needed to scale up while conserving as much energy as he could.
Belle
With a nod, he shut the door behind him and went back down to help with cleaning and setting up for the lively night to come.
Mitchell
The Sorcerer made his way toward a nearby terrarium, looking into it as he spectated the growth and decay of the cannibal fungi, tapping his chin as he looked at it. Perhaps he could absorb magicka while he performed that spell, to make it useful against mages. A sharp stinging in the hands would no doubt make it exceptionally difficult for spellcasting. 

He tapped his chin, stumped as he pondered all manner of ways to make the Illusion an exceptionally destructive school of magic.