That's my name. No, it's not... I don't have a name... Yes, I do. No...

I'm here. You want me to follow you? I'm good like that.

That's me. How can I help you?

%Name remembers Bildam. %Name sold him the amulet she bought from the new mage in town. The name was Ernandre Nermin. He used to sell trinkets right outside, but he disappeared some time ago. He told %Name he accepts no returns or refunds for his goods, and %Name would tell you the same. Sorry.

You killed him? You monster! For the murder of an Imperial guard, I sentence you to death.

Thank you for helping me and Bildam out. I'm very glad that not everyone in this Mages Guild is a self-important fool like that Master Wizard of yours. Or a charlatan, like that Ernandre Nermin.

What foresight! Thank you. I believe that should make Bildam feel much better. You've already done so much for us, but let me ask for another favor still. I want you to go back to Bildam and personally inform him about the cause of his sudden madness. He deserves to know what Ernadre Nermin did to him, and I believe you are best suited for sharing the full story with him.

You killed the beast? Thank you. I believe that should make Bildam feel much better. You've already done so much for us, but let me ask for another favor still. I want you to go back to Bildam and personally inform him about the cause of his sudden madness. He deserves to know what Ernadre Nermin did to him, and I believe you are best suited for sharing the full story with him.

Please go now and slay the guar. I don't want my dear brother to endure any more needless suffering. Of course, I would gladly go myself, but then Ernandre would surely escape.

That n'wah did what to my brother? If I wasn't an Imperial Guard and he wasn't a member of the Mages Guild, I'd rip him apart with my bare hands. Thank you for telling me this. You should go and kill that guar. That should hopefully free my brother from his torment. And in the meantime, I'll haul the bastard to the dungeons. A decade or two in there will teach him not to experiment on good people without their consent.

What? It can't be true. Please tell me that you're wrong. That you don't know what you're talking about. Poor Bildam. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have convinced him to come to Old Ebonheart with me. Excuse me. I want to be left alone.

What? And you call yourself a mage? Who are you to be telling me this? I don't believe you.

Did you find that scum Ernandre Nemin? What did he tell you?

I knew this was magical in nature! Go find that rat Ernandre Nermin, and make him undo whatever magic he's worked on my brother!

He said a Khajiit sold him a magical amulet? I told him to be more wary of those sneaky cat-men! The only Khajiit trader in town that I know of is Anjzhirra. She has a shop on the Fountain Plaza. You should ask her about it.

We are very close and used to spend almost all of our free time together, but lately he hasn't been himself. It's like someone is influencing him. It's very scary. Please go and talk to him. You'll surely notice it yourself. He's on the city wall, just outside your guild.

Something's wrong with him, something magical. Whenever I go to the Imperial Cult, they just tell me to pray more. What bull! I know I may look like a simple guard to you and your colleagues, but I know enough about magic to know this wasn't divine work. Someone's tampered with my brother's mind. You talk to him. He's also a guard, and you can find him patrolling the city wall just outside the Mages Guild.

A great future awaits him. The Bellman and other major papers of the Empire will soon sing odes to the contribution he made to the advancement of modern communication technologies.

You did what? You've killed that guard? Do you understand that I can't continue my research when an Imperial guard connected to it is dead? Leave me.

You've convinced the sister to drop the matter? Perfect. With her out of the picture, I can finally start inviting the interested parties. There are so many we might have to organize a bidding process. Or I'll just sell it to everyone. Here, you should have one percent of the money that I'm estimating to make on the eventual deal. You've earned it. I have moved the guar to a more secure location. The innkeeper likely would have not appreciated our endeavor if she found it.

You did what? Why would you kill my guar? I worked for months to create a successful telepathic link. I've planted the amulet. I did so much, and you've just ruined it all. The link is now, surely, severed. Oh, why would you do that? Just leave me alone!

He's going to be fine. I'll even pay him generously for his troubles. But later. For now I need the link between him and the guar to stay intact as proof that my technology works. His sister's interference threatens that. We can't let her and her pointless anxiety waste weeks of arduous work, can we?

You get it now? He hasn't gone mad. He's just been hearing guar thoughts. It was my latest experiment to create a breakthrough in telepathy -- and it seems like it worked! Just think of the profit that could be made by selling this technology. The only obstacle is that annoying woman who sent you on this investigation. Doesn't she understand that research requires sacrifice? Please convince her that changes to her brother's mind are irreversible, and I'll get you in on the cut from any possible investors.

I've already told you. Go to my room at The Moth and Tiger. Last door to the left, upstairs. When you return, then we can talk.

The amulet I sold to Anjzhirra has been bought? Oh. Oh! So it worked? You can't believe how happy this makes me. I'm a genius! You must be very confused right now, but it's too complicated to explain until you see the other side of the equation. Before moving into the guildhall, I stayed at The Moth and Tiger inn. Here's a key to my room there. It's upstairs, the last door to the left. Once you see what's inside, you'll understand it all.

You have been expelled, %PCRank. You have to make amends before talking about this further.

That's all in the past now.

Killing Ralani Danoran will damage our Guild's reputation, %PCRank. Just what were you thinking? I have other duties for you, and I hope you'll be a bit more responsible while doing them.

He is all healed now? He isn't? And Ernandre wasn't responsible for his madness after all? You see, there's a lesson to be learned here. The lesson is when Arquebald says something, you pay attention, and you don't argue. I could immediately see that Bildam's madness was not magical in nature. After all, I didn't reach the station of %rank only because of my good looks and an impeccable fashion sense. Anyway, enough talking. I think you're now ready for more important duties.

It pains me to admit it, but it seems like I was wrong and that woman was right. Her brother's madness was an issue that we could have helped her with. But we did help in the end, so it's fine. And concerning Ernandre, I've finally found at least one upside of me being so busy. I never did get the time to officially sign the papers admitting him into the guild, so it seems like I don't have to expel him either. Anyway, enough talking. I think you're now ready for more important duties.

What is it I'm hearing about Ernandre Nermin being involved? Why can't everyone just study the arcana without involving themselves in petty disputes?

His sister still keeps bothering me, %PCRank, which means you still have work to do.

His sister, Ralani, believes he may have lost his mind. I tried to tell her we are the Mages Guild, not the Imperial Cult, and she would be better off consulting a priest. Ralani Danoran should be in the Legion Boarding House, near the town gates. You talk to her. Do what you can for her, or at least get her to go away and leave me to my work. I worry that her requests may lead to trouble otherwise.

Bright young man. Or he was. Normally we don't see that sudden lack of dedication in a soldier unless he's been into the skooma, but nobody ever imagined Bildam would be the sort to take up drugs.

His sister claims that his mind has been tampered with and keeps on coming here with complaints. Not sure what that's about, but Arquebald seems to be taking care of that matter.

He just stands around, looking blankly off into the distance. Terrible excuse for a guardsman.