Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-12599067-20131221185727

Hermaeus Mora made a sound that was assumed to be laughter. "Ah, but this one has bones of iron. This new war of yours... it troubles me little. New overlords come into power all the time. It makes no difference to me." the Daedra said. "However, I believe we can work something out... for a price." he offered.

Jack stepped forward. "Mora, we are not here to bargain. We will not trade anything more than tomes and scrolls, even if our current collection is lacking," he argued. Mora adopted a more serious look, then made another laughing sound. "Interesting that my old apprentice would stand against me. You know very well the power I wield." Mora countered.

Jack scowled. "The powers of that... necromancy is no use here. She's dead now, nothing could be done about it." he answered. "And I believe a favor may be owed..." he trailed off. Hermaeus Mora practically ignored Jack and turned to Daithi. "''What do you have to offer me, little mortal?" ''he asked.