Have you learned nothing? Behold the might of Mephala and crumble under Her feet!

What makes you so suspicious? Haven't you heard the old saying that eight legs travel faster than two? Suit yourself. Offer's off the table. One more thing before you walk your way out of here. I want you to take this glove from Prince Mephala, to me, to you. You've provided us with much amusement. Take it as gift and use it as you see fit. Now leave.

What makes you so suspicious? Haven't you heard the old saying that eight legs travel faster than two? Suit yourself. Offer's off the table. You may leave.

Oh, sweet %PCName. Your gullibility borders virtue, so that I almost feel bad for you. One more thing before I send you away -- here. I want you to take this glove from Prince Mephala, to me, to you. Take it as gift and use it as you see fit. You've provided us with much amusement. Now, away with you!

Oh, sweet %PCName. Your gullibility borders virtue, so that I almost feel bad for you. Now, away with you!

Good thinking, mortal. You may report that I am well and alive, and that the Arenims needn't worry. As a sign of good will, may I offer to send you to Akamora?

Or else what? The only way I'm going with you is that you kill me. And that would be against your precious orders, I dare say?

That is precisely the kind of vapid thinking Prince Mephala simply can't stand. Defeat Mephala's champion? What makes you think Prince Mephala would choose a mortal champion, let alone it'd be me? There's more to life than solving problems with your sword, you heroic fool.

If by home you mean Akamora, then you're destined to fail. This sanctuary is my true home and I will stay here for as long as Prince Mephala will have me. Perhaps I will return there to visit the kind lord and lady Arenim once, but I will choose the time and means of travel myself. I am afraid you will have to return empty-handed.

Prince Mephala has woven her plots and you've been either wise or foolish enough to play along. Now this is the end. I stand before you, seemingly unarmed, with all my secrets and murderous schemings revealed to you. What will you do?

This so-called rescue mission. This shrine was to be your tomb. A web that would finally ensnare you. But you've slain the Spider Daedra and survived, have you not?

And now, you have survived Mephala's final plot.

The cattle in Akavorioc's lair in the depths of Dun Akafell... They were MY beloved brothers and sisters. Orphan children of Mephala. They were under the vampire's spell with no other choice but to obey him. You could have refrained from killing them, but you didn't. You claim it was self-defense? Only a mortal could have come up with such an uninspired concept.

The cattle in Akavorioc's lair in the depths of Dun Akafell... They were MY beloved brothers and sisters. Orphan children of Mephala. They were under the vampire's spell with no other choice but to obey him. You could have refrained from killing one of them, but you didn't. You claim it was self-defense? Only a mortal could have come up with such an uninspired concept.

The cattle in Akavorioc's lair in the depths of Dun Akafell... They were MY beloved brothers and sisters. Orphan children of Mephala. They were under the vampire's spell with no other choice but to obey him. You could have refrained from killing one of them, but you didn't. You claim it was self-defense? Only a mortal could have come up with such an uninspired concept.

You left the cattle in Akavorioc's lair alive. Before being enthralled by the vampire they were my beloved brothers and sisters. Orphan children of Mephala. You refrained from slaying them, and for that you have my thanks.

When you were sent to kill the repentant Olmu Llendu, you decided otherwise. Killing someone who had embraced the queer ideal of non-violence would've been the easiest thing you ever did, and even so you defied your Guild's orders and pitied her. That was unexpected.

Remember Olmu Llendu? Hers was a lifetime of nothing but bad choices made in desperation. After seeking refuge in Necrom she no longer posed a threat to you, nor to Seras Indaren. Who do you think guided her there? You were offered a chance to be merciful on a silver platter, but you killed her nonetheless. Not out of passion of it, but simply because you were following the Guild's orders. Efficient, predictable and so very dull-minded.

A lesson in foul murder and pitiful mercy, in scheming and confrontation, in ancient ways of new thinking. Think of the obstacles your Guild has faced in Akamora. The quarrelsome noble families who clearly didn't want you there and hired you only so they could see you fail. They did so out of Mephala's inspiration. You were tested to see if the Guild would change its rigid, gold-yearning conventions -- or perish. All the while I have kept watch for the Prince Mephala.

The Prince Mephala. I am her agent, a mortal vehicle of dust, through which the Prince has chosen to act. You see, the Prince Mephala has been watching your Guild and its actions in Akamora with displeasure. The motives of your kind are so uninspiringly rational. A gold coin. Your methods of acting are so incredibly predictable. A sword in hand. Mephala is not about to lose the soul of Akamora -- her dominion by ancient right -- to an Empire of dull-minded mortals. Your Guild needed to learn a lesson.

I wasn't kidnapped. I wasn't lost. I left the house of my fostering mother and father voluntarily to come to the House of my true Mother-and-Father.