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This Dremora has no problems using you and other humans to find things she wants. However, you are by no means her equal, and she lets you know it. She seems to be sticking around out of pure curiosity about your kind -- you know, not Dremora.

Availability: Always

Cost: 2,500 Crowns

Obtained: Crown Store

Lines Spoken by This Houseguest:

• "Ah, little mortal, so good to see you again! You have helped me in the past, however insignificantly, and despite your lowly status as a creature of flesh and blood, I more or less appreciate your efforts."
  
  
• "Ah, mortals! What curious creatures! Your little antics amuse me so!"
  
  
• "Ah, my delicious morsel. Whose downfall shall we plot today? Surely you must know some poor fool who deserves your vengeance. Tell me about them and we'll orchestrate something particularly inspiring!"
  
  
• "The best advice I can give a mortal is this: Never ask a question to which you do not want to know the answer. Ignorance can be a kindness, my sweet morsel."
  
  
• "Considering your pitifully short lifespans, why do you little mortals waste so much of your day lying unconscious in a bed? Ridiculous."
  
  
• "Curios and furnishings. Consider how some other mortal spent a portion of its sad, finite existence to fashion them for another's benefit? How did they convince that creature to give up some of its life for such a materialistic endeavor?"
  
  
• "For my own curiosity, could you recount the experience of your birth? It sounds like a perfectly awful way to begin one's existence on this plane, but I require more details to know for sure."
  
  
• "Have you ever considered that you might advance your position through murder and assassination? Happens among my kind all the time. You see, if you eliminate your rivals, they never trouble you again! You have no idea how convenient that can be."
  
  
• "Hope is the cruelest torture of all, little mortal. Have you not yet learned this lesson?"
  
  
• "I admit that, to me, most mortals look more or less the same. Give me a moment. Yes, yes, I recall that odor. The distinct smell of over achievement and quiet desperation. I do remember you, little mortal! What entertainment you provided me!"
  
  
• "I am concerned that you do not have enough enemies. A Dremora is judged by the quality and quantity of her vendettas, after all. Is it not the same for mortals?"
  
  
• "I confess I have been rather critical of mortal frailties and your so-called food. But there is something to be said for the substance you refer to as cake. Do you happen to have any more lying around?"
  
  
• "I don't see why you little mortals form attachments. You die, they die, someone will die. And then someone will be sad. A waste of effort, if you ask me."
  
  
• "I forget. Is the Empire in Cyrodiil the same Empire that the so-called Saint Alessia founded? I can't be bothered keeping track of such things. And time. It behaves differently here. Not like in Oblivion at all. Very disconcerting."
  
  
• "I have been studying the beliefs of some of your Daedric cults. Ah, the sweet ignorance of these deluded fools! They have no idea what they are actually dealing with."
  
  
• "I have determined what your world is missing -- the satisfying and melodic screams of the damned. The absence is rather unsettling, truth be told."
  
  
• "I have just now learned how the foodstuff you call cheese is created. Truly, to relish such an abomination, you mortals must be made of sterner stuff than I had imagined."
  
  
• "I might have need of you in about four hundred and thirty-three of your years. It's a minor scheme that I have been working on, but you would be perfect for it, and of course I would reward you. Do you think you could avoid dying until then?"
  
  
• "I observed a very small mortal -- oh, you might call it a child -- interacting with a tiny beast. The creature kept licking the child, but its tongue had no barbs or sharp edges. A rather damp and ineffective form of flagellation, in my opinion."
  
  
• "I ventured into a mortal city recently and encountered -- oh, what were they called again? -- ah, mimes, that was it. I encountered mimes for the first time. They are absolutely horrifying. Well done."
  
  
• "I visited one of your Aedric temples recently. The mortals there seemed to hold an entirely unwarranted regard for those tiresome entities. When was the last time a so-called god actually answered a prayer or smote an enemy?"
  
  
• "I went to pay a visit to a mortal I hadn't seen in some time -- a mage by the name of Hireneia. Evidently, she has been dead for some nine hundred years, which I understand you regard as a significant span of time. How very inconsiderate of her."
  
  
• "I've been reading about your so-called Emperor Reman and his ambition to conquer the world. A very admirable trait in a mortal, and highly unusual. Could you introduce us? You mortals all do know each other, correct?"
  
  
• "I've observed that many mortals spend their brief existences toiling to avoid death, but end up dying anyway. If there's a point to all that, please enlighten me."
  
  
• "Is it customary to greet strangers by screaming and fleeing? I seem to encounter that a lot in your world."
  
  
• "Mehrunes Dagon cultists, can you imagine? Why mortals would turn to the Prince of Destruction is beyond even my great capacity to understand. Perhaps you can enlighten me. Do mortals enjoy natural disasters?"
  
  
• "The mortal seems to be addressing us. Does it desire something from me? Perhaps if I remain quite still, it will simply go away."
  
  
• "No, I am not imprisoned within this domicile, despite the predicaments you found me in in the past. I am merely here to ... how do you mortals say it? To see how the other half lives? So far, I am not impressed."
  
  
• "Secrets. We seem destined to drown in enigmas and mysteries! The Daedric Princes have a fondness for them, as do so many of your fellow mortals. But the secrets of Emperor Leovic, they vex me. I will unravel them. You may help too, I suppose."
  
  
• "Tell me about this thing called sleep. Do you really spend a part of every day unconscious and performing absolutely no useful function whatsoever? It sounds so inefficient and boring. Why does your overseer permit such lackadaisical behavior?"
  
  
• "This creature called a songbird. What a devious creation! This winged nuisance erodes sanity with its incessant chirping. What a brilliant form of torture! Let's just make sure that one doesn't nest near here."
  
  
• "Wards. I can't abide such magic, especially when employed against me. Little mortal, as much as I appreciate your efforts to break the wards on my behalf, the very fact that I required your assistance ... it galls me. I'm sure you understand."
  
  
• "What you mortals fail to appreciate is your ability to surprise me. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred I can predict exactly what a mortal will do. But the hundredth time? No idea. That is why you interest me."
  
  
• "Where do they keep the implements of torture? As long as I'm here, I might as well indulge in some recreational bloodletting."
  
  
• "Your death draws nearer every day, the end of your very existence. And yet, you carry on with no unusual urgency. Fascinating."
  
  
• "Your world has ... possibilities. Mortals create new things. It is the one attribute of yours that my kind envy. I see why so many of the Daedric Princes wish to claim your world for their own."