John
"I- Doesn't that defeat the purpose of the... Natural... Part?"
*She had a look of genuine confusion on her face. She didn't understand how that would keep order.*
"Forget I said anything."
*She tasted her simmering stew. It seemed good, from her facial expression, but it wasn't done. Far from it.*
Todd
"There is nothing unnatural about disease." He says, "They are an equalizer, unlike other killers they do not care who they kill, that is what makes them the perfect tool for natural order." He says, he clearly takes pride in his work
John
"I mean creating them... Yes they cull the weak... But should they not come naturally without interference."
*She continued with her mortar and pestle. She had quite a few potions hanging from her bag.*
"I'm surprised you hadn't sat down yet... I invite you to."
Todd
"Where do you think the diseases come from? Peryite created them, they are his masterpieces. I merely help in that regard." He says, and shakes his head, "No, I'd rather stand."
John
"Peryite and Namira do the same thing?"
*She clearly misunderstood both of their spheres. Even as a Daedra, she wasn't very familiar with the... Lesser princes.*
Todd
"Peryite is the prince of disease, Namira is of rot and decay. Similar but separate." He says, somewhat offended by the comparison, "Comparing Peryite's creation of disease to Namira's use of it is like comparing Sheogorath to Clavicus because they're both immature and pull pranks."
John
"Oh! It's like Peryite is the chef and Namira is the server. Or a blacksmith and a swordfighter. Namira is Lessened without Peryite."
*She said that as if she had just discovered some wild secret.*
"How do you travel safely? I still struggle with it. The... Vigil of Stendarr i think they're called. One group of them attacked me on sight!"
Todd
"Indeed." He says, "I just stick to the woods, try not to go on the roads to often, learn their patrol patterns, as well as having a wonderful assistant who can spot them for you." He says, scritching Gerem's chin, "It helps to know people, and thankfully Peryite isn't without followers. I try to stay around Kesh, one of Peryite's dedicated priests."
John
"I tried to visit the Shrine of Clavicus Vile... It was infested with Vampires, they probably wanted a cure. They didn't like me though..."
*She looked out to the woods towards the west, towards the city of falkreath.*
"I thought i heard something. You seem to have it worse... Blending in I mean. Most people think I'm a very unfortunately sized Altmer."
Todd
He nods, "One of the few diseases my Prince *Didn't* Make." He says, "I don't really care, to be honest. Like I'd want to be near those insufferable mortals. Bah! Their cities are the perfect centers for a plague, if not for those annoying priests." He says, before turning toward the woods, hearing a sound
James
A dog can be seen in the woods, and Majorah would recognize it immediately, as Barbas, Clavicus Vile's faithful hound
John
**"BARBAS!!!"**
*She sprinted towards him before coming up short after her horns hit a low branch and knocked her to the ground. She loved Barbas, but him being separate from Vile couldn't be good.*