Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5292841-20130307012838/@comment-7771419-20130405152018

Sative regarded the Argonian, the memory of holding back argonian invaders from going to Vvardenfell still fresh in her mind, though the even now being over 200 years old. she shook her head, trying her best not to let her immediate rage show through as an Argonian informed her of her least favorite person

Deity Daming Netch Jelly, this was not easy. for being as old as she was she thought she'd have a better cap on such things by now... born impatient forever impatient she supposed.

As she once again became concious of her surrounding she noted the flames which had erupted in her hands she willed them away before meeting the argonian's gaze. "Thank you, if it pleases you all lets stay clear of... that place" again, her smile, genuine if not a little creepy... this time she had noticed other things, no less than 3 people were observering them, and not just townfolk, people meaning to be unseen. Illusion however is a mastery of Vampires, and especially so for Sativa, who could literally hear (or rather feel) the sound of magically Muffled steps, and could detect the shimmers of invisibility...

"If you're anything like me, Neloth's big head drives you absolutely... mad! and he wastes all his time with that petty enchanting! oh, I made a staff enchanter, I'm the best enchanter in the world, Look at me survive while EVERY OTHER COUNCILOR DIES IN COLD BLOOD!" she said with a good natured grin, it was the closest thing she made to a joke, and she indeed chuckled a little. though she doubted anyone else here appreciated her sheogorathic humor as she did.

"Yes, let us not go to that dreary place... he's really more a bother than he's worth, I'm all the Telvanni you'll need or want, believe you me..." this time no slightly off grin, just a warm calm gaze

Someone mentioned food, she held in a certain pang. Sativa had not fed for over a Century, not due to any moral injustice of sucking the blood from people but simply because of how messy the process was, it was never really to her liking despite the delicious rich texture of blood itself. she was also too lazy to extract it first and vial it, or rather, she would rather spend her time on things that were more important than sating ones appetite, like finding these black books...

"now you've said you already located this book, and I'd like to save us the time of preparing for and casting a Divination spell, where are we headed?"