"Do you have any magic books on you by chance?" You ask as you stand up to follow her lead towards the doomed city of Kvatch.
"No." She reacts like that was a really stupid question. "Why would I bring expensive tomes out to this less than impressive accommodation where they would inevitably be stolen?" Well she definitely has a low opinion of this place.
On the road to Kvatch you keep a sharp eye out for anything unusual. Icy-britches bandit elf is probably still out there somewhere if she knew feather-fall so it's better to be safe than sorry. While you walk you practice some more with your sword, swinging it away from Morlia to get used to it even more. It doesn't really help much. You know the sword, you know what it feels like in your hands. If you want to improve more you get the feeling you'll need to be a bit more practical.
Morlia stops a few hours in for a rest, you get the feeling she's not really cut out for this walking everywhere business. "I have been considering the fact that the Dark Brotherhood has individuals that are more powerful than either of us. I know of an artefact that provides a way of triumphing against a far superior foe, but you are unlikely to like it." To be honest the seriousness of the tone of your voice already looks like it's scaring her.
"Go on..." she says cautiously, like she's poking a landmine with one finger and praying it doesn't go off in her face. Given what you're telling her about you can't really blame her for that.
"There is a staff called the Wabbajack, which randomly transforms anyone struck by its effect for half a minute, and while some of the forms are quite dangerous, it is possible to repeatedly apply it until you get something harmless. The ability to turn elite dark brotherhood assassins into defenceless sheep would be invaluable to our quest, but acquiring it means interacting with Sheogorath." You continue and, at the mention of the Mad-God, she giggles a little madly.
"Haha... the mad daedra telling me that the Mad-God can help." She says weakly. "Why am I not surprised?" She puts her head in her hands and lets out another slightly mad sounding laugh.
"If ever you deem it worthwhile, the path to find it starts at the statue outside Leyawin." The Wabbajack would be useful, even in its randomness, and you are serious about getting your, or her, hands on it. Besides Sheogorath will love you and the crazed hive-mind you call a brain. Okay maybe he'd just destroy you since you look an awful lot like a Knight of Order but once he got to know you.... Haskil would probably get even more dry witted as a coping mechanism.
When Morlia starts again, you tried more sword drills but got virtually nothing from it given you have only the vaguest idea of what to actually do, and you think you can see Kvatch ahead. It looks rather pretty, pity that it's going to be destroyed in a year but oh well.
You keep looking ahead, behind, to either side and making sure nothing is about to attack you an Morlia. It's only this that gives you enough of a chance to get off the road, with Morlia dragged along for the ride, before a skirmish spills onto the road. You think, given the black robes and two walking, fighting, decaying zombies, that one side is necromancers. The other side are wearing mismatched armour and brandishing chipped and dinged weapons. God knows who or what they are.
An arrow from the bow of a lightly armoured woman near the back of the combat sinks into one necromancer's throat. The robed guy goes down, one zombie dropping like its strings have been cut. The other necromancer lets out a bloodcurdling scream of rage and the other zombie slams into the archer woman. that gets... messy.
One of the archer's friends takes the zombie's head off but it's too late for the archer. There are three warriors of indeterminate allegiance and one necromancer left standing. The headless zombie is still sort-of moving around but it seems to be much less effective than before.
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