My magic does not work in this place.

You stink of the Bloody Curse, mortal. I won't meddle in the affairs of Princes. I'll send you once you finish whatever it is you're doing.

You stink of the Bloody Curse, mortal. I won't meddle in the affairs of Princes. Finish whatever it is you're doing, then come back to me with my black anther.

The magic that brought you here is unfamilliar to me, and your fate is intertwined with the skeletal hand you carry. I'll send you once you finish whatever it is you're doing.

The magic that brought you here is unfamilliar to me, and your fate is intertwined with the skeletal hand you carry. Finish whatever it is you're doing, then come back to me with my black anther.

So be it.

Very well. This will take but a moment.

Good. If you require a way back to this place, there is a plane-meddler you may seek out. She is a witch who resides in a shrine to Malacath south of your landing point. Gather the flowers and return with haste. I expect our bargain to be completed promptly.

Good. I expect you to return with my flowers promptly. Do not waste time with mortal foolishness.

I do not appreciate being made to wait, mortal. I will transport you again. But I expect you to have my flowers the next time we cross paths. Have you prepared yourself for the journey?

Are you prepared for me to send you to Morrowind?

I may have that ability. But I will not help you if you do not commit to performing a service for me.