(Inspired by the "Just Before You Arrived in Coldharbour" thread by Druachan)
"I am not here to help you with a talisman," Hughe said, and rolled his eyes a bit, but regretted it immediately.
Gabrielle Benele was a good woman, a very intelligent woman as well. She had written many books and was very well learned. She was also quite pretty. Hughe held no contempt for her, but also had no patience for the work she was doing. She was there to assist in destroying Angof the Gravesinger, a noble enough undertaking. However, as far as Hughe was concerned, there were far more pressing matters with the dark anchors of Molag Bal.
"No, I suppose you are not Hughe. You are here for the dark anchors, and you are hoping I will assist you," she said, her face no longer the friendly kind face that normally shown through.
Hughe looked Gabrielle over a moment, even as she sat back in the hard wooden chair she spent so much time in.
"Look, I...." Hughe began, but she waved it off.
"No matter. The Guild seems to worry so much over so many things, but seldom over the things that can cause great harm, day to day, to the very people it is worrying such a great deal over."
Hughe could not completely argue with her, but he also could not stomach being chided like a child by her.
"You pour over your books Gabrielle," he said with disdain, "I will worry about the anchors."
"Hughe, it is not that I am not worried about the anchors," she finally said before sighing.
Hughe looked around the library of the Daggerfall Mage's Guild, but was really thinking of a way to apologize. It was not something he was use to doing.
The books were neatly placed in their spots along the wall shelves, from the floor to ceiling, with sliding ladders strategically positioned to reach the higher ups. If he read ever book in there in one day, the next day more would pour in for the reading. All neat, all in order, always there.
Hughe thought of all of this, and failed to find any words of apology for the woman. All that remained for what seemed like an age was silence.
"If lycantropes take over the region, then we have nothing to fight over. One Daedric Prince ruling in the place of the other," Gabrielle said, breaking the silence, noting the purple clad mage did not turn and storm out as she expected. Hughe seldom did what people expected him to do, this she knew.
All of Nirn can be werewolves, but when the dark anchors secure us to Coldharbour, it will count for little, Hughe thought, but did not say.
"I have two Journeymen that are bored with keeping me company. Maybe they can help you," Gabrielle said.
"Won't you need them for your mission?" Hughe asked in earnest.
"I do not know when I will even start this mission, you are already well on yours. Return them here safely when you are done," she said.
"It should not be very dangerous, just a study of a dormant dolmen," Hughe said, with a nod of thanks.
"Krist the Lionheart? No. Lionheart was my dog" -Krist
"Darling, if looks were everything, I would be king of the world" -Luke
"That place, between day and night, that purple color just before dark, that is where you will find me"- Hughe