Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-25382277-20140905220040

Shortly after he was thrown into the cell, the Legate wanted to see Fokiir and stepped up to his cell.

"So,", the Legate started the conversation, "what are you doing here? I mean, why have you come this way?", he asked suspiciously.

"That's none of your buisness." Fokiir was about to snap any moment. "Such arrogance! And that in the precense of a Legion veteran! Can you even imagine what I've experienced?" He stopped talking abrubtly and didn't appear angry anymore. He realized his mistake.

"You? Boy, you look hardly older than hmm... let' say... ...ah, nevermind... I know you, Vampire..."

Silence. Fokiir said nothing. He thought about how he could escape his misery but was also surprised and curious how had figured it out that quick. The Imperial just smiled. Tranquillity reigned for a short moment.

Then, he finally talked: "Well, honestly? And... I am not saying this only to get me out of here; I was actually on my way to Falion in Morthal to cure my Vampirism. ...ironic, eh?" Again, it was silent for a short moment.

"You see...", the Imperial said, "...that would be a pity. I may have use for you..." He paused before he continued, wanting for a reaction inside the cell.

"How do you know me anyways?", the prisoner asked. The Legate again, just smiled at first.

"I remember your face from the times back fighting the Elves? And... you didn't age much, it seems. It's quite obvious what you have become." His smile slowly faded. "Don't you recognize me? Have I become that old?"

Fokiir took a closer look at the Imperial. It was silent for another moment. As then, Fokiir thought to have recognized him.

"Oh... truly...? Valenius...?" He wasn't certain at first but the doubt then vanished quickly. "That is...  ha! Well, I didn't expect to see you again... not under these circumstances anyways... so... what is it on that mind of yours, telling you'd have use for me? Even though you know what I am?"

Fokiir was relieved aswell as suspicious about what he meant.

The Legate looked serious, but somewhat content. His face wouldn't really tell much which made Fokiir nervous. "Well, let's say I've read a bit about vampiric abilites... and... well, I thought, they may come in handy... will tell you more when we're there though.", he answered.

"...when we're Where?" Whatever he meant exactly, Fokiir did not like he's just heard. None of what popped up in his mind regarding 'his abilities that could come in handy' was possibly to his liking. But he realized he wasn't going to leave his cell unless he'd agree to help his 'old comrad' that appeared so strange and unfamiliar in this unpleasant situation.

Valenius, still having that kind of pokerface on, replied: "Word of battle has reached me recently. I am going to investigate and join forces if necessary. And you, you will come with me." Valenius unlocked the cell and gave the Vampire his equipment back. The horses were ready waiting outside and soon the two were riding off, heading for Riften.