we can always use more dragonborn right?

[ruledbyseptims]

Tell you what, you make it so I don't have to walk all the way to Markarth again, and you've got a deal.

I can't promise I'll make it worth your while, but that's a risk you'll have to take. It's just like climbing into Draugr infested mines. Plenty of death, undeath, the occasional mystic artifact -- Divines, why do I keep running into them?-- but there's coin lining their pockets if you know where to look.

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[godofschemes]

Have I perhaps bestowed my Mace upon the wrong Champion?

{ You did take it, right? Right? And it's here with you? }

[ruledbyseptims]

I haven't run across any maces that weren't previously owned by Draugrs, sorry.

[Sorry, she's only run into Meridia (and her giant undead murdering sword) so far.]

[godofschemes]

A Draugr. What a pity.

{ Ah, yes, the other Daedric Prince that he can't stand, behind Boethiah (and Malacath, but nobody else likes him either). }

It seems you and I have not yet met. In due time, Dragonborn. In due time.

[ruledbyseptims]

I'll keep an eye out. That's about all I can do from where I'm standing.

[godofschemes]

This wretched place, while blissfully free of Boethiah, has stirred my disgust more than the worms that infest Nirn have. I had hoped that I might see for myself how long it takes the soul of a dragon to break in Coldharbour, but yet my mundane insults me by bringing me here.

And with Sheogorath.

{ He practically spits the name of the Mad God. }

[ruledbyseptims]

You might want to take it up with them, then.

[She knows better than to get mixed up in Daedric politics.]