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[ Today, Nathaniel is broadcasting via a small circular handmirror. It doesn't provide a particularly expansive view, but he needs something portable and he doesn't own a cellphone. And let's be real, nobody needs to see any more of his horrible flowery chintzy living room than is already visible. Ugh.

He isn't looking quite as bored and above-it-all as usual. There's a hint of slightly-undignified excitement in his expression and everything. ]

Loath as I am to take up valuable ephemeral-number-network space, I do have something important to announce. I have created a spell set I believe many of you will be interested in. Observe!

[ Holding his mirror steady in one hand, he waves the other in an elaborately theatrical gesture. For a moment the view from the mirror is obscured in a shower of purplish-white lights, and then... ]

Oh, bugger.

[ ...he isn't in his living room any more. He's outside. The mirror gets turned away from his face to display the location more clearly - Nathaniel has been teleported on top of the roof of a building overlooking the Vegas strip.

Yeah.

After a few seconds, the lightshow obscures the mirror once more. When it dissipates, the view is trained back on Nathaniel back inside his living room. ]

I was aiming for a nearby alleyway, I suppose I shall have to recalibrate a tad... But you get the idea. I have achieved instantaneous transportation between Locke City and Las Vegas. I am also capable of enchanting items with the spells involved, so that non-magical persons will be able to use them.

Supplies are limited. As such, should anyone wish to obtain any enchanted items I will require adequate compensation. [A pause.] And I should note that unlike the staves I produced previously, these are entirely unsuitable for vegans.

[ Which doesn't sound ominous at all. ]

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A place called Solstheim. Ancient books that sprouted tentacles. Living gods. Dragons.

[ All so very interesting, of course. But not as interesting as the most important bit. ]

And it seems I dabbled in necromancy. Raising the dead.

I know what necromancy is, Mr. Mithryn. [she sighs, settling into her seat on the couch.]

Anything about dragons sealed in ancient books? [He might recall this sounds vaguely like that one novel of hers that became wildly popular and then she disowned it.]

Alas, no. Or I suppose I could simply ask yourself for more details.

The thing sealed inside the books was, I believe, a god known as Hermaeus Mora, Daedric Prince of knowledge. Though I remember very little about him.

[Casually:] And I do have said book in my posession. No tentacles, though. It's merely a dormant little curio in its current state.

[interesting...]

I'd like a look at it. If that'd be all right? [she's curious, what can she say?]

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