Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191217140841

The spirit's eyes bore into Fassilion as if they were staring directly through his soul. The temperature around the room seemed to drop, but curiously the candles on the table seemed to only burn brighter.

"So far away from your group, but yet I sense you have no allegiance to them." The spirit began as its voice reverberated throughout the silent room.

"I am who they call The Steed, the owner of this mansion. I want one thing only: for the group in which you came with to meet their end in the four walls of this mansion."

The spirit then disappeared before Fassilion's very eyes. A strange feeling as if someone was breathing down the Altmer's neck can then be felt as The Steed's voice continued.

"You have two choices: swear your allegiance to me or you shall die along with the intruders of this very mansion."