After about five hours of reading, Marcus nodded and smiled.
The book was not finished, and he is not capable of casting the "Conjure – Familiar" spell now, but he learned many things as he read about it.
He learned the fundamentals of the conjuration magic in the category of "Spirit" conjuration.
There was a difference between conjuring spiritual creatures from the planes of oblivion and conjuring Dremora and similar types of creatures.
"It is similar, but there are some disadvantages and advantages to it."
"All conjuration spells include payment like everything else."
"When I start casting a conjuration spell, my magicka is condensing in the spell, and when I cast it, a transfer between the plane, the spirit I am calling, and myself starts."
"I pay Magicka for the right to conjure the spirit and also pay for its manifestation and the right to order it."
"The duration of the spirit and its power directly correlates to how much magicka is spent on it."
Marcus thought and theorized.
If what he read is correct, this means that one who can use Conjure – Familiar is not limited to conjuring just Spirit Wolf but also other creatures depending on how much Magicka they use and how well they understand "Conjuration School."
He let out a breath and nodded.
"Still, I need about three days to one week of time to just summon an ordinary spirit wolf."
"Understanding the theory by reading it is not the same as having practical capability to use the spell."
"I need to form a mental image of the plane that I would like to connect to, visualize and direct my magicka to said plane, and then form a contract and manipulate the conjuration process using my magicka and my mental power."
"It is much more than just spending Magicka and conjuring a creature."
"Still, easier than most."
Marcus got up from his chair and then left his door, locking it to make sure nobody enters, and sat down on the chair at the corner table.
Fadia looked at him for a moment, and Marcus nodded. She then brought two horn meads, some cheese, and meat—nothing much, just some snacks, as it was already midnight.
"What do you think about this last bandit attack?" Fadia asked as she put her hands on her waist and watched several groups of people still talking about it.
They were silent and not that powerful as the daytime. As some time passed and the heat of the event got colder, they were still talking about it.
Marcus thought for a moment and then said it.
"Not sure what to say."
"Bandits do what they would like to do."
Fadia touched her chin and asked.
"But don't you think it is pretty rare for bandits to attack one hundred people with many guards?"
Marcus smiled.
"I found it more interesting. How many of them attacked so they were capable on their raid?"
"More than seventy to ninety bandits you need for such a raid to be successful."
Fadia nodded.
"I guess you are right."
"I can only hope that this does not become a rumor and my shipments would get delayed."
Marcus said.
"As long as your shipments are valuable enough and ordered from the Empire and some sort of authority, I do not think something would happen to them."
"Bandits are low-lives, but they are great at choosing targets. They would not try to raid and attack a caravan that is protected by the Legion."
Fadia thought and nodded.
"You are right."
"Good night," she said and then left to get back to work.
While Marcus ate and drank, his mind kept on theorizing about the conjuration, and he believed it would do him great favor to learn about other novice spells of the different schools.
He naturally had the healing, but he understands now that he did not use it much to understand the secrets behind it.
It seems like every spell, the novice versions of it are just a simple general foundation for the later stages of it.
"I need to work on those," he said to himself, and then his eyes landed on two people that entered the Four Shields Tavern.
They were wearing robes, slightly glowing, and hard to notice if one is not sensitive to the magic.
On their waists, steel maces were, and some of the hood covered their faces.
One of the inn patrons said to his friends.
"Hey."
"Those people are Vigilant Of Stendarr, am I wrong?"
The friend of the man nodded.
"Yeah, they are."
"Their clothes and mannerisms, suspicious look at the people, and surveying the area. All points to it."
Marcus, on the other hand, nodded and focused on the enhancement on their robes instead of them.
Vigilant of Stendarr was not that interesting a group in his eyes. Especially after the fiasco they had against the Vampires by trying to not trust Isran and the Dawnguard.
If he is not remembering wrongly, their headquarters were attacked by the vampires, and almost all of them were skewered and killed.
While he thought about these things, two Vigilants of Stendarr, one woman and one man, looked at Marcus and nodded.
"He is the only mage-looking individual," said the woman.
The man nodded.
"Yeah, but we cannot just go to him and create problems just because he is wearing mage-like attire."
The woman vigilantly smiled and asked.
"Why not?"
The man nodded.
"You are not wrong," he added as he and the woman got up to go to the side of Marcus.