William
"Oh! They're... They're like you... Just without a Soul. They end up like that if they worship Molag Bal, or get their soul taken or something..."

*She finished her plate and pushed it to the center of the table.*

"You just... Pull the Cork out..."
Stacy
"They're like me?"

*He gripped the cork and pulled it out before putting it down on the table*

"How are they like me?"
William
"Mortal's. Were... Mortals... A lot were Vampire hunters, i think. So... Don't die?"
Stacy
"I dont plan on dying anytime soon. Hopefully"

*He took a sip of the mead before nodding*

"Still stuck in the fort until they trust me to come on hunts"
William
"I think it's because you're short."

*She said, bluntly.*

"I saw 2 of you i think. One was bathed in Meridia's light... The other in Boethiah's deceit. They were walking back from a cave. There were vampires in it... They didn't want to talk to me."
Stacy
"Me being short is irrelevant, also names are more useful or perhaps even a physical description of them?"
William
"An Argonian and a Dunmer. The Dunmer had these great big spiky pauldrons... Blind in one eye. I didn't get names."
Stacy
"Oh the Argonian is probably Speaks in Tongues, he's pretty big on Meridia and her hatred of the undead.. Though the Dunmer I'm not sure on. Still don't know everyone's name"
William
"Yeah me neither."

*She Frowned.*

"Lord Vile was in a cave with a few vampires. They wanted a cure from him. He was probably going to kill them all... Thats a cure."
Stacy
"Yeah I suppose that is technically a cure for Vampirism, Speaks would be a big fan of that idea too. Though going to Coldharbor upon death doesn't sound like a good cure"
William
"That's... Thats what Vile is about. Technicalities. I made someone the best Bard in Leyawiin once. Had him kill the better bards. There is a real cure. Through Molag Bal or other methods."
Stacy
"Yeah I suppose that would make him the best bard. And theres really a cure for Vampirism?"

*He took another sip of his mead before smiling slightly*
William
"There's a guy I've met in Oblivion... You need a Mortal soul for it though... And i think that soul is condemned to Coldharbor. Always a catch..."
Stacy
"Oh that's not as hopeful as I hoped.. Shame I guess"

*He took another sip*

"It's kinda sweet"
William
"I never liked it... I drank one and got... Drunk? I passed out... I could've died."

*She frowned. She liked it but couldn't handle it at all.*
Stacy
"Daedra die if they get drunk? That's an interesting weakness to have.. Kinda sucks too"
William
"No... Not at all. I just... I said a lot of things, made people mad. I just cant handle it for some reason."
Stacy
"Oh that's very unfortunate, I'm sorry to hear that"

*He sat back up and covered his mouth to yawn*

"You're pretty cool"
William
"Cool... Cold?"

*She'd never heard that expression before. It confused her.*
Stacy
"Like nice, fun to meet not like cold. You seem like a good person that sort of thing, ya know?"

*He finished what was left of his mead and smiled*
William
"No... No i did some things under Lord Vile... I'm not "Good". Not in the slightest."

*She regrets a lot. A lot, a lot. Vile's weakened state made her realize this, even if she personally restored his power.*
Stacy
"Meh, very few people are good but you've been nice to me and that's a pretty important part of my opinion of you"
William
"Thats... A fresh perspective. A lot of prople get caught in the Past... Or morals. Daedra change as people do... My "Past" Was a thousand years ago..."