Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141127141628/@comment-24344819-20141201185635

"How much for the tome?"

"80 Septims."

"Its a deal."

"Here you go."

The merchant handed over a spell tome that belonged to the Conjuration school of magic. Cam put a bag filled with septims on the counter and weighed the spell tome in his hand, then opened the front and quickly flipped through the pages, only looking for a second at each. After he was through the whole tome he closed it and looked at the merchant.

"Are you interested in buying my spell tome for 30 septims?"

"15." The merchant replied at once. "What are you doing?"

"30. I´m trying to sell you a spell tome, obviously."

"20. Why?! You just bought it!"

"And now it exeeded its usefulness. 30."

"But you haven´t even read it yet!"

"I did, as you just saw. Are you in or not?"

"Still 20. No, you didn´t! You just flipped through the pages right in front of me without even bothering to read it!"

"30. Yes, i did flip through it but i can assure you that i added the knowledge of this book to my own. If you want proof, i can recite you exactly what´s written in there."

"Mages just write gibberish. That won´t do it."

"Fine, then don´t complain. Are we agreeing on 30?"

"23. Wait, why don´t i give you something of my own making, huh? A little test if you may."

"Ugh, fine. If you want it that bad. 28?"

"25. Here, i´ve been writing this for two years now." The merchant pulled out a book from behind the counter and handed it over to Cam.

"Deal. Lets see what we have here, then." After tome and money changed owners Cam opened the book that the merchant gave him and started flipping through the pages.

"Its a little hobby of mine." The merchant told him while he was flipping through the book. "Writing books. They are all purely fictional, inspired by occurances in my dreams."

"Mhm." Cam wasn´t even listening. After five more seconds he was done with the book and put it back on the counter.

"That was terrible." He told the merchant. "Truly terrible. An insult to my eyes, much more to the common mind. The story of that Tolas character and his glorious conquest of Tamriel along with the establishment of a Tamrielwide kingdom ruled by his bloodline was absolute crap. And his lover Zarenbiah was utterly dislikeable. Flat dialogue and no character development. You should burn this behind your shop and scatter the ashes into the sea. Are we done here?"

"...Yes, please get out."

"Ooh!" Something fell into Cams sight. "How much for the fleabag there?"

"You mean Karo?! That´s my dog! He´s my beloved pet! Do you seriously think i´d-"

"2000 septims for the pest."

"Sold! I never liked that scumdog anyway."

"Good, good. Normaly instead of giving you 2000 septims i´d give you a drawing of me but in this case i happen to have the right sum on me. Do you accept gold ingots too? I found a few of those in the last ruin i´ve plundered."

"Yes yes. Anything of worth is acceptable."

"As long as its shiny you humans go crazy over it, don´t you? Here, have fun with it. Come here, doggy."

"By the gods, so much gold....."

"Yes, that´s a good doggy, now hold still for a moment."

"Wait, what are you doing?"

Cam slit the dogs throat with his glass dagger.

"What are you doing?!" The merchant shouted in disarray. "Stop at once! Stop it!"

After the dog died Cam proceeded to reanimate it.

"Relax, there you go. As good as new. Why are you even complaining? Its not like its your dog."

"By the power of Arkay, Necromancy! Guards! Help! Necromancer! Guards!"

"Oh come on, i just wanted to make sure if i understood that tome you sold me before. Conjuration tomes like those often have one or two inaccurate phrasings." He looked down at the zombie dog. "If you want you can have it back. Lets say two septims?"