Author: Mishell

Vivec, Foreign Quarter, Guild of Mages

SOLO LINES
Craetia Jullalian, Alchemist
"No, no, no...  I've been going about this all wrong..."
"Is there a draft in here?  Every time I turn my back, that racer plume is on the floor again."
"What is that on my sleeve?  Ugh, that's never coming out."

Flacassia Fauseius, Guild Guide
(bored sigh)
"My neck is so stiff today!"
"No one needs to go anywhere?...No one?"

Janand Maulinie, Enchanter 
(pleased) "Aha!"
"Why is it always weapons?"

Malven Romori, Spell Merchant
"I wish the apprentices would leave me alone."
"This has to be some sort of cruel test.  It has to be."

Trebonius Artorius, Archmage
"You know what this city needs?  A good invasion.  Natural disaster maybe."
"This is really not what I signed on for."
"I'm craving Argonian food for some reason.  Anyone else hungry?"
"I swear I can smell colors today."
"What do you suppose silt striders think of us?"

Sirilonwe, Nightblade
"Why is everyone acting like I cast a Hide spell?  I'm standing right here."
"Ow!  That blade's sharp.  Don't mind me, just bleeding to death."

Tiram Gadar
(irritated sigh)
"Women..."
(clears his throat obnoxiously)

DIALOGUES

Trebonius:  Malven?
Malven: Yes, Archmage.
Trebonius:  How's that tunnel to the mainland coming along?
Malven:  Proceeding precisely according to schedule.
Trebonius:  Splendid, splendid.

Trebonius:  Craetia, do you make any sort of anti aging potion?
Craetia:  If I did, I'd be using it.
Trebonius:  Nonsense, you're perfectly -- oh, I see what you mean now.

Trebonius: I feel like a trip to Ald'ruhn.
Flacassia:  Oh, oh, let me!  I can help with that.
Trebonius:  I meant, those are my feelings right now.  My life is a long trek through a sandstorm with a depressing destination.
Flacassia:  I'm ... sorry to hear that, Archmage.

Janand:  Archmage, do you have a moment to talk about this to-do list you gave me?
Trebonius:  I have all the time in the world.
Janand:  All right.  First of all, I have no idea what language this is written in.
Trebonius:  I just remembered, I'm very busy.

Sirilonwe: Archmage?  ...  Archmage Trebonius?  ... Sir?
Trebonius:  That odd buzzing sound is back.  Does anyone else hear it?
Sirilonwe:  Archmage, are you angry at me about something?  Sir. 
Trebonius:  (hums idly to himself) 
Sirilonwe: (growls in exasperation)

Trebonius:  Tell me something, Tiram.
Tiram:  Anything, sera.
Trebonius:  How many Dunmer does it take to light a lamp?
Tiram:  Is this a joke, sera?  Or a cultural question?
Trebonius:  It must take at least one more than I have, because the lamp in my office remains unlit.  

Tiram: Malven, if I didn't know better I'd think you hated me.
Malven:  Hatred is more of a commitment than I'm willing to make to you.

Tiram: I think this is the first time I've seen you wear that color.
Malven: Do you like it?
Tiram: In fact I do.
Malven: Then it's also the last.

Tiram:  What are your plans after work, Malven?
Malven:  I suppose that depends on your plans.
Tiram:  It does?  I - I thought I might take a walk, enjoy the view from the Hlaalu Canton.
Malven:  In that case I'll be enjoying the view from the Telvanni Canton.
Janand: Did Craetia ever finish your potion?
Sirilonwe:  No.
Janand:  But you paid.  She can't keep disrespecting you this way.  You have to talk to her.
Sirilonwe: I have my own way of coping.
Janand:  What do you mean?...  Wait.  It's you that's been moving all her ingredients.
Sirilonwe: (whistles innocently)

Craetia: Did you ever go to Chorrol?
Flacassia: I have an aunt in Chorrol.
Craetia:  That's always where I thought I'd retire.
Flacassia:  What, don't you like it here?
(They both burst out laughing.)

Janand:  What's the matter, Craetia?
Craetia: Am I that obvious?
Janand:  You do look a little glum.
Craetia:  I'm a bit nostalgic for home, I suppose.
Janand:  I know what you mean.
Craetia: (condescending)  Of course you do.  I'm sure 'Umbington' is just lovely.

Flacassia: Is it more difficult to enchant weapons or armor?
Janand: Depends upon the enchanter.  I prefer armor, myself.
Flacassia:  Wouldn't larger items be more taxing?
Janand:  Not for me, no.  With weapons, I have to concentrate more arcane energy into less material.  Feels a bit like trying to fit a dress into a handbag.
Flacassia:  I never thought of it that way.  Fascinating.