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Mantella is an AI system that turns every single NPC in Skyrim (and Fallout 4) into AI agents driven by an LLM (like ChatGPT or the recently released, and comparable, Llama 3.1). In the previous part, my character, a high elf wizard, along with a bunch of local misfits, attempted to socially shame a vampire into breaking down and attacking in a fit of uncontrollable rage. Instead, the vampire showed a modicum of humanity that convinced my character to give her a chance to prove that she can still be a force of good, by helping to take down her master.

Another sleepless night. Some time after the group disbanded, I wandered out of the inn only to find alchemist Lami pacing near her store.

Jon: “Hey Lami, I’m sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but how do you feel about last night’s events?”
Lami: “No bother at all, Jon. I couldn’t sleep much anyway, thinking about everything that happened. To be honest, I’m still trying to process it all. Confronting Alva was… difficult, but necessary, I suppose. What’s been weighing on my mind is whether she’s beyond redemption or not. I know she’s done terrible things, but a part of me still wants to believe that there’s some good in her, that our friendship wasn’t just a ruse. What do you think?”
Jon: “I think that vampires are in general too bloodthirsty. They are unpredictable. They have foul instincts that they can barely control. In the case of Alva, she has the ability to restrain well those dark impulses. And although she has led people to their deaths, I think there’s a chance that enough humanity remains inside her so that she can continue existing in a way that isn’t nefarious to others.”
Lami: “I see what you mean… It’s true that vampires are driven by their thirst for blood, but Alva does seem different. She’s been able to live among us for so long without being discovered, and that takes a certain level of control. And despite everything she’s done… When we talked yesterday at Moorside Inn after being confronted by all those people… There were moments where she seemed like… my friend again – almost like old times before learning everything – But maybe those moments were just tricks too though… Part of me wants to believe what you’re saying – even now – Part of me really does want to think there might still be good left inside, somewhere deep down, waiting to come out again someday somehow someway. But trust?”
Jon: “Listen, the next part of my goal involves finding Movarth’s lair, having Alva accompanying me. I intend to destroy those vampires, and Alva will be able to prove if she can be on the side of good.”
Lami: “Movarth’s Lair… That’s a bold plan, Jon. Going after those vampires won’t be easy, but if you’re determined to do it… Having Alva with you could be useful, I suppose. She knows them, knows their ways… But can you really trust her to have your back? What if she’s just playing you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike? I want to believe that she can change, that she can find some redemption… But I’m scared, Jon. I’m scared for you, for myself, for everyone in Morthal…”
Jon: “I’m taking a leap of faith here. I know that maybe Alva just appears to be conflicted. Maybe she’s just pretending that she can have a change of heart. But I will do this nonetheless. I think it is worth my time and effort to try to save whatever remains of humanity inside Alva. If it turns out that she’s just playing with me, if she ends up leaping at me from the shadows and killing my unsuspecting self, then all of you, Lami, should laugh at my stupidity and never trust vampires again.”
Lami: “Ah, Jon… You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you? I can see why you’d want to try to save Alva, to believe that there’s still good in her… But it’s not just about you, or me, or even Alva herself… It’s about the people of Morthal, the ones who’ve already been hurt by her actions… If you’re willing to take that risk, I suppose I can understand it… Be careful. Don’t let your guard down around her, not for a moment.”
Jon: “You’re right, Lami. Well, I’m going to try to get some rest. It’s already six in the morning and I haven’t slept a wink.”
Lami: “Get some rest, Jon. You’ll need it for what’s ahead. I’ll… I’ll be here, thinking about everything we’ve talked about. Try to get some sleep, and may the road rise up to meet you when you set out for Movarth’s Lair. May the gods watch over you, and may you return safely… with or without Alva’s help.”

I thought of reporting to the ruler of this town as soon as possible, lest she got suspicious and sent guards after me. So I bravely entered the jarl’s longhouse.

Jon: “Aslfur, sir, I come to give my report of investigations into Alva, the local vampire.”
Aslfur: “Good morrow Jon! I’ve been expecting you; come, let us speak quietly before my wife awakens from her rest… What news do you bring of Alva? Were you able to uncover any evidence of her dark dealings?”
Jon: “Oh, your wife, the jarl, is already up. She just sat at her throne. Maybe we could include her in this meeting?”
Aslfur: “Very well… In that case, let us proceed at once; time waits for no one after all… My lady!”
Jon: “I am here to make a report of my investigations into Alva, the local woman who has turned out to be a vampire.”
Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone: “Ah, yes, Alva. I’m glad you’re here to report on your findings, Jon. We must take action to protect our people from her kind.”
Aslfur: “Indeed, my lady. Jon, please, tell us what you’ve discovered.”
Jon: “As your right-hand man Gorm can attest, we confronted Alva publicly and we tried to get her to attack us first, to show that she cannot restrain her impulses. And also to cover our asses, to be honest, because if we were seen as a group of burly men attacking an unarmed woman, we were going to get into serious trouble, whether or not you with your power would free us from jail or any other consequences. My point is, though, that Alva never attacked us. She didn’t even try.”
Gorm: “Aye, that’s right. She seemed to be enjoying the attention, taunting us and playing games. But she never made a move against us, not even when Jon poked her with his finger.”
Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone: “Interesting. So, Alva showed restraint, even in the face of provocation. This suggests she may be more cunning than we initially thought.”
Aslfur: “And what does this mean for our plans to deal with her, Jon? Do you still believe she’s a threat to our people?”
Jon: “She is a vampire, and as such, she is a threat, but listen to this, Alva has an uncanny ability to restrain her dark impulses, her monstrous darkness, and I think that as such, she could be a valuable ally. She opened up about the fact that her master, named Movarth, has a lair of vampires to the north-east of here, and Alva has suggested that she is willing to help us destroy Movarth. If he dies, then Alva will not be constrained by her master anymore, and will be able to live as a free woman, even though she will still be a vampire.”
Gorm: “A vampire as an ally? We can’t trust one of those bloodsuckers!”
Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone: “Wait, let us not dismiss this idea so quickly, Gorm. If what Jon says is true, having an insider like Alva could prove valuable against these other vampires.”
Gorm: “But, Jarl, consider the risks! What if Alva turns on us?”
Jon: “I will be the one dealing with Alva. I am a traveler, I am an Altmer from overseas. If Alva were to turn on me, you wouldn’t lose much of anything. So let me deal with her, let me be by her side when we confront her master and the other vampires. If it turns out that Alva was playing me, I will be the only one to die.”
Aslfur: “I don’t like it, Jon. You’re willing to put yourself in harm’s way for our benefit, but what if Alva is playing a longer game? What if she’s using you to get to us?”
Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone: “Aslfur has a point, Jon. But I also see the potential benefits of having an ally like Alva. Very well, I’ll agree to let you work with her, but be careful. If she betrays you, don’t expect us to come running to your rescue. You’re on your own with this one.”
Jon: “I think that the true test may happen tonight, because we’re going to venture into the marshes, into Movarth’s lair. If Alva kills other vampires, let alone her master, wouldn’t that mean that she is redeemable?”
Gorm: “Tonight?! You’re planning on going into those cursed marshes tonight?! With Alva?! Have you gone mad?!”
Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone: “Wait, let us not forget our goal here. Destroying Movarth’s lair would be beneficial to us regardless of Alva’s loyalties. If she can help us accomplish that, then perhaps we can reconsider our stance towards her. My lady, perhaps we should consider sending some guards with Jon?”
Jon: “Even if we manage to kill Alva’s Master, I don’t think that Alva will be able to remain here in Morthal. After all, she has caused pain to too many people, she has manipulated too many people to be able to keep living here in peace. I suggest that after we deal with Movarth and his lair of vampires, me and Alva should leave this town. That would allow Morthal to remain peaceful.”
Aslfur: “I think that’s a wise decision, Jon. Even if Alva does prove herself to be a valuable ally, her presence here would only serve as a reminder of the pain and suffering she’s caused. It’s best for everyone if she leaves Morthal and doesn’t return.”
Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone: “I agree. If Alva is willing to leave peacefully, I’ll make sure that no one from Morthal follows her or seeks revenge. We’ll let her go, and we’ll focus on rebuilding and healing our community.”
Gorm: “Aye, and we’ll make sure that the people of Morthal know that Alva is gone for good, and that they’re safe from her kind.”
Jon: “Very well, I will gather the allies that want to brave the marshes with me and venture into Movarth’s lair tonight. Those brave souls will be of invaluable help to rid this town of the darkness plaguing it.”
Aslfur: “Be careful, Jon. The marshes are treacherous, and Movarth’s lair is said to be full of dark magic and twisted creatures.”
Jon: “I will be careful, Aslfur, sir. As for you, Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone, I thank you for your wisdom, and may we meet again.”
Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone: “May the road rise up to meet you, Jon. May your journey be safe and successful. I look forward to hearing of your triumph over Movarth and his dark followers.”
Aslfur: “Aye, may the gods be with you, Jon. May you return victorious and unscathed.”
Gorm: “Fare thee well, Jon. May your sword stay sharp and your wits stay sharper.”
Jon: “I guess that means that you, Gorm, are not coming with me to Movarth’s lair.”
Gorm: “Nay… My duty lies here with the Jarl… But don’t you worry about me, Jon… You’ve got your wits about you… You’ll do just fine without me… Besides, someone has to keep the Jarl safe.”

I should start gathering allies as soon as possible, but I felt under-equipped in the potions department, so I decided to exploit Lami’s trust by using her alchemy lab.

Jon: “Hey Lami, I have just spoken to jarl Idgrod, and she has given me permission to assault Movarth’s lair with Alva, along with whoever else agrees to come along. And I think I need a fresh batch of potions. Do you think you can allow me to use your alchemy lab?”
Lami: “Potions, yes… I can help you with that. You’re planning to head to Movarth’s lair with Alva? I’m not sure I agree with your plan, but if you’re determined to go through with it… My lab is at your disposal. Just be careful what you’re brewing, and don’t waste any of my ingredients. What kind of potions are you thinking of making?”
Jon: “Well, I’ve had good results with Slow and Damage Health potions. Maybe they will work against vampires as well.”
Lami: “Those potions can be useful indeed… If they’ve worked for you before… You know where my ingredients are. Help yourself. Just remember to clean up after yourself and don’t use up all my stock… I do need some for my own experiments… And… do be careful around Movarth’s lair… Vampires aren’t exactly known for being easy prey…”
Jon: “You will allow me to use your ingredients free of charge?”
Lami: “No need for me charging anything this time around… Consider it my contribution towards dealing with those vampires down at Movarth’s lair…. Just make sure they’re put down good. Take whatever ingredients you need… Just please don’t waste any… And don’t forget what we discussed earlier regarding caution around those creatures…”
Jon: “Oh my goodness, Lami, you’re amazing. I could give you a huge kiss right now.”
Lami: “No, no, no… that’s not necessary. I’m just helping out a friend in need, that’s all. Besides, I’m a married woman, and I’d rather keep things professional between us. Let’s just focus on getting those vampires taken care of, shall we?”
Jon: “How about a hug?”
Lami: “I think it best we stick strictly business here… No hugs either. Now go gather those ingredients before I change my mind here…”
Jon: “Alright, no physical contact. I think I’ve gotten the point.”
Lami: “Good, I’m glad we understand each other. Now, like I said, help yourself to the ingredients and get brewing. I’ll be over here, keeping an eye on things… and trying not to worry too much about your plan.”

I dreaded facing the former men I surrounded myself with, in case none of them agreed to join me in my doubtful venture. I sought first the most reasonable of the lot: the conjurer Falion.

Jon: “Falion, how do you feel about last night’s events, you know, our confrontation with Alva?”
Falion: “Last night… It was a necessary evil, I suppose. Alva’s actions had to be stopped, and I’m glad we were able to put an end to her schemes. But, I must admit, it’s always unsettling to see the darkness that lurks within others. And Alva… she was so far gone, consumed by her own darkness. It’s a reminder of the dangers that we face in this world, and the importance of our work in keeping the shadows at bay.”
Jon: “Do you believe, as I do, that maybe Alva could be redeemed in some way, that she could become a valuable ally for us?”
Falion: “Redemption… It’s a noble idea, but I’m afraid I have my doubts. Alva has walked the path of darkness for so long, I fear it may be too late for her to turn back. The influence of Movarth and the power of the vampires can be a corrupting force, one that seeps deep into the soul. Still, I suppose it’s possible that she could find her way back to the light, but it would require a great deal of effort and commitment on her part. And even then, there’s no guarantee that she could be fully trusted. The risk is great, and I’m not sure it’s one we can afford to take.”
Jon: “Well, she should have the opportunity to prove herself tonight because I’m going to accompany her to Movarth’s lair to kill her kind, as well as her master.”
Falion: “Ah, Jon, I’m not sure that’s wise. You’re putting a great deal of faith in Alva, and as I said, I’m not convinced she can be trusted. And Movarth’s lair… that’s a den of darkness, a place where the very air is thick with malevolent energy. Are you certain you’re prepared for what lies ahead? And what of the others? Benor, Gorm… will they be joining you on this quest?”
Jon: “The jarl’s right-hand man has already decided not to join me on this quest, not that I blame him. I haven’t spoken with Benor, but he seemed disappointed last night when I suggested that Alva could be redeemed. And I don’t know, do you think those two guys should be necessary?”
Falion: “I think it would be wise to have them by your side. Movarth’s lair is no place for solo heroics, and having experienced warriors like Benor and Gorm could make all the difference. But, if they decline… then perhaps it’s best to rely on your own wits and cunning. And Alva, of course. If she’s truly committed to redemption, then she may prove to be a valuable ally.”
Jon: “What about you, Falion? Do you want to accompany me and Alva into the monstrous darkness where we will find a bunch of vampires that we’ll be forced to vanquish?”
Falion: “The darkness… It’s a place I’m all too familiar with, Jon. As a conjurer, I’ve walked the fine line between light and darkness for many years. And I must admit, the prospect of venturing into Movarth’s lair is… intriguing. But, I’m not one for reckless bravado. I’ll accompany you, Jon, but not out of a desire for adventure or glory. I’ll come with you because I believe that the darkness must be countered, and that Movarth’s evil must be stopped.”
Jon: “You’re a brave man, Falion. You resist against all the townspeople who doubt you and your actions, and you do what’s necessary to counter the darkness. Maybe your methods can’t be easily appreciated, but I cannot say that I blame you for your efforts.”
Falion: “Bravery… It’s not bravery, really. It’s just necessity. Someone has to do what needs doing, no matter how unpleasant it may be. And as for the townspeople… they don’t understand what it takes to keep them safe. They don’t see the shadows that lurk just beyond the edge of town, waiting to pounce. But I do. And I do what I must to keep those shadows at bay. Even if it means being feared and misunderstood. It’s a small price to pay for knowing that Morthal is safe, at least for a little while longer.”

Falion followed me outside. Shortly after, I noticed Lami’s husband Jorgen pacing near the sawmill. I wanted to make sure that he didn’t hold a grudge on me after using them as bait against a vampire.

Jon: “Hey Jorgen, how do you feel about last night’s confrontation with Alva?”
Jorgen: “Ahah! That manipulative bloodsucker got what she deserved! I’m just glad my wife Lami wasn’t harmed during all this mess.”
Falion: “Indeed, it was quite an ordeal.”
Me: “Well, I intend Alva to accompany me into her master’s den.”
Jorgen: “Wait what? You’re planning on keeping company with that vampire? After everything she’s done?”
Jon: “She is a weapon. We could either have a vampire dead or a vampire as an ally to destroy their coven. Having a vampire on the inside is very helpful.”
Falion: “Although I see your point, but we must consider the risks involved in trusting such a creature, especially one as cunning as Alva. And what makes you think she’ll remain loyal? She’ll turn on us the moment it suits her interests! Besides, have you thought about how this might affect our relationships with others?”
Jon: “To be honest, I do not care much about how my actions impact other people. I know that sounds bad, but I think that the right thing to do is for Alva to help us in confronting her kind. That will make the whole ordeal easier, and maybe Alva could be redeemed along the way. This is a chance for her to prove herself.”
Jorgen: “Redeemed? You think a vampire can be redeemed? They’re monsters, Jon! They prey on the living and bring nothing but darkness and death. Alva’s had centuries to prove herself, and what has she done? Manipulated and deceived the people of this town, including my wife!”
Falion: “I understand your conviction, Jon, but Jorgen has a point. Vampires are notorious for their lack of empathy and self-control.”
Jon: “That’s the thing, though. I think Alva proved that she has a lot of self-control. She was surrounded by warriors, by people who poked her, who kept insulting her, but she did not attack us. She kept laughing it off. I think that demonstrates that she can control her dark impulses.”
Falion: “I’ll admit, that is impressive. Most vampires wouldn’t have been able to resist the temptation to attack in that situation. But, Jon, don’t you think that could just be a sign of her cunning and manipulation? Perhaps she was just biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?”
Jorgen: “I don’t care about her self-control or lack thereof! What I care about is that she’s a vampire, and vampires are a plague on our society. They need to be eradicated, not coddled or trusted.”
Jon: “Listen, Jorgen, I’m going to take the chance to trust Alva, or at least to use her to help us confront that vampire lord, and if it turns out that Alva turns on me and kills me, you are free to point at my corpse and laugh.”
Jorgen: “Ha! You’re damn right I’ll do just that! And don’t expect any tears from me either! You’re making your own bed here; don’t come crying when things go wrong!”
Jon: “Well, if things go wrong, I will be dead, so I wouldn’t be able to cry or go crying to anyone.”
Falion: “Ahah… Well said, Jon. Let us hope it doesn’t come to that. Seriously though, we should focus on preparing ourselves for what lies ahead. If we’re going to take on Movarth, we’ll need to be ready for anything.”
Jorgen: “Yeah, good luck with that. You’re going to need it. Fools errand, that’s what this is…”

Next up, the local bumbling warrior Benor, whom I had disappointed majorly by defending a filthy bloodsucker. I didn’t have much hope that I would be able to count on him for tonight’s affair.

Jon: “Hey Benor, just the man I wanted to see on this fine afternoon.”
Benor: “A fine afternoon it may be, but Morthal’s not exactly the most pleasant place to be lately. Darkness is growing, and I’m not just talking about the shadows.”
Jon: “Well, thing is Benor, I have a very amazing proposal to offer you.”
Benor: “A proposal, you say?”
Jon: “Tonight, under the cover of darkness, let’s venture into the nearby coven of vampires to exercise your muscles and, you know, to hack and slash at damnable fiends. We’ll come out like heroes.”
Benor: “I’ve been itching to take those vampires down, and I’m not one to shy away from a fight. But, we’ll need to be careful; those bloodsuckers won’t go down without a fight. You’re thinking of going in tonight, under the cover of darkness?”
Jon: “Yes, and we’ll be accompanied by our fellow trusty vampire Alva to help us.”
Benor: “Whoa, hold on a moment. Alva? You can’t be serious about trusting her. She’s a bloodsucker, a manipulator… What makes you think she’ll suddenly be on our side? I don’t like this one bit. We’re talking about going into a den of vampires, and you want to bring one of them along for the ride? That’s madness.”
Jon: “Or… maybe genius?”
Benor: “I don’t think so. Genius would be coming up with a plan that doesn’t involve trusting a vampire who’s already proven herself to be a threat to our town. Alva’s got her own interests, and I highly doubt they align with ours. We’re talking about going into a fight, not playing some game of cat and mouse. I need to know I can trust the people at my back, and Alva’s not someone I’d trust with my life.”
Jon: “Do you seriously do not see benefit in going into a den of vampires while having on our side an ally who happens to be a black-haired, poison-eyed, ravishing vampire herself?”
Benor: “So, you’re saying that having Alva on our side would be some kind of advantage because she’s a vampire herself? I suppose you think she could provide us with some kind of insight or expertise? But what’s to stop her from turning on us the moment it suits her? And what about when we’re in the thick of it, surrounded by vampires? Are you sure she wouldn’t just switch sides and join her fellow bloodsuckers? I’m not willing to take that risk. It’s not worth it.”
Jon: “Yeah, but think about this: if in the middle of it, fighting vampires, Alva turns on us, goes ‘ha ha ha, I was playing you all along!’, and then we have to fight her as well, wouldn’t it be dramatic?”
Benor: “Are you kidding me? You think I’m in this for the drama? We’re talking about people’s lives here. I’ve got friends, family, and a town to protect, and you’re worried about drama? Alva’s already caused enough harm; I won’t intentionally put myself or others in a situation where she could do more damage. Forget it. If that’s your idea of a good plan, then I’m out.”
Jon: “Hey Benor, what world do you think you live in? This is Tamriel. We are all pawns for the benefit and entertainment of Daedra and Aedra. Those bastards, from their seats in Oblivion or wherever the hell they’re staring down, will probably eat popcorn while we venture into a den of vampires while having a vampire on our side. The only way we’re going to have fate on our side is if we make our lives dramatic.”
Benor: “You think this is some kind of twisted entertainment for the Daedra and Aedra? That we’re just pawns in their game? I’m not playing by those rules. I’m a Nord, and I’ll not be bound by the whims of gods or Daedra. My life’s not a joke, and I won’t be treated like a fool. And as for making our lives dramatic, you can keep your drama. Fighting, protecting my people, and living with honor.”
Jon: “Hey Benor, are you seriously not going to accompany me into a den of vampires along with a sexy vampire named Alva?”
Benor: “For the last time, no! I’ve already told you why. It’s not just about Alva being a vampire, it’s about trust, loyalty, and common sense. And another thing, stop calling her beautiful and sexy. She’s a bloodsucker, not some romantic interest. This isn’t a game, and I won’t be swayed by your foolish notions of drama and entertainment. If you’re going to go through with this plan, you’ll do it without me.”
Jon: “I can’t believe this, Benor. What happened to you? You used to be cool.”
Benor: “Cool? You think I’m not cool because I won’t follow you into a den of vampires with a traitorous vampire by our side? I’m a warrior, not some reckless fool looking for a thrill. I’ve got responsibilities, people to protect, and a sense of honor that won’t let me take unnecessary risks. If you think that’s not cool, then maybe you’re the one who’s lost your way.”
Jon: “Well, Benor, I guess I’m going to be a reckless fool looking for a thrill till the day I die.”
Benor: “Then maybe one day someone will sing songs about how foolishly-brave Jon once lived… till something killed him off as he stupidly, recklessly, pursued thrills all alone somewhere nobody sensible goes… May Talos watch over ye mate… May Talos watch ye… indeed… So anyway, meanwhile sensible Benor stays safe guarding Morthal. Thanks indeed, mate, indeed… May roads rise… walk ye wisely stranger…”

I couldn’t find Ange the Song-Bearer, traveling bard, anywhere. I hoped she had traveled somewhere instead of having gotten herself killed.

In the evening, I took a nap at the guardhouse, then ate enough to fill my belly. Afterwards, my sole ally Falion and I loitered outside of Alva’s home until she graced us with her undead presence.

Jon: “Well, if it isn’t our fellow trusty neighborhood vampire Alva.”
Alva: “Ah, Jon. Always a pleasure to see you. Though I must say, I’m a bit surprised you’re still alive after our last… encounter.”
Falion: “Alva, we’ve been discussing your condition. And I must say, I’m intrigued by Jon’s proposal to have you accompany us to Movarth’s lair.”

Alva: “Oh? And what proposal might that be, Falion? I wasn’t aware that Jon had any plans that involved me.”
Jon: “Sorry, but actually I proposed it to you, Falion, before I even talked to Alva. Kind of mixed the order of things, I suppose.”
Falion: “Ah, I see. Well, in any case, the idea is on the table now. Alva, Jon seems to think that having you with us could be beneficial in taking down Movarth and his coven.”
Alva: “Oh, this is rich. You want me to help you take down my own master? What could possibly make you think I’d be willing to do that?”
Jon: “Alva, you don’t have to pretend anymore. Remember the conversation we had last night, you know, after your mental breakdown, when you opened up about the fact that you wish to be freed from your master’s chains? We, as the bravest warriors of this town, are willing to cut the chains that keep you bound to the bastard who turned you into a night creature.”
Alva: “Oh… stop it! Just stop reminding me! You think throwing my weakness back in my face will somehow convince me to trust you? To follow you into the depths of Movarth’s lair like some obedient dog? And what could you possibly gain from this little arrangement? It’s not as if you actually care about my well-being. No one does.”
Jon: “Unlikely as it might sound, I actually care about your well-being, Alva. I do care about it. I have seen a modicum of humanity in you and I want to, you know, respect that. I see the chance for you to redeem yourself from the evils you have committed. Tonight, you have the opportunity to become a free vampire by helping us take down Movarth’s coven.”
Alva: “What makes either one believe you’d ever stand chance against Movarth?”
Jon: “Oh, come on, Alva, that Movarth of yours cannot be that much of a badass. He’s just a vampire after all.”
Alva: “You… have no idea what you’re dealing with. Movarth is not just a vampire. He’s a master, a creature of the night with powers beyond your wildest imagination. He’s been alive for centuries, and in that time, he’s honed his craft to perfection. You think you can just waltz in and defeat him? You’re no match for him, Jon. None of you are.”
Falion: “Alva’s right, Jon. We shouldn’t underestimate Movarth’s power.”
Jon: “We won’t know for sure if we are able to take him down until we waltz into the coven of vampires and attempt to take him down. You know, you gain experience by trying things.”
Alva: “You’re either very brave or very foolish, Jon. I’m not sure which one it is yet. But I suppose you’re right. We won’t know unless we try. And if we’re going to do this, we should do it now, before Movarth has a chance to prepare for us.”
Falion: “Agreed. We should gear up and head out as soon as possible. Alva, can you lead us to the coven’s lair?”
Jon: “That was my plan, yeah. Having you fight alongside us as we mow through a bunch of vampires. That’s a thrilling plan for the night, don’t you think?”
Alva: “Oh, you’re a madman, Jon. I like that. Alright, I’ll lead you to the lair. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Movarth will not go down without a fight.”
Falion: “I’m ready when you are. Let’s get this over with. We should move quickly and quietly, though. We don’t know what kind of traps or minions Movarth has waiting for us.”
Alva: “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll make sure we have a…”
Jon: “We have what?”
Alva: “A warm welcome, of course. I’ll make sure we have a clear path to Movarth. At least, as clear as I can make it. But once we’re inside, you’re on your own. I’ll do my part to help, but don’t expect me to do all the work.”
Falion: “Fair enough. We wouldn’t want you to get too… conflicted about where your loyalties lie.”
Jon: “Hell yeah, we’re going on a little night-time outing with a conjurer and a sexy vampire. Yeah!”
Alva: “Oh, Jon, you’re such a fool. But I suppose it’s been a while since I’ve had a decent adventure. Let’s get this over with before I change my mind.”
Falion: “Yes, let’s focus on the task at hand, shall we? We don’t want to get too distracted by the… scenery.”
Alva: “Falion, you’re so serious all the time.”
Jon: “Very well, go up ahead, Alva, and if you notice a hungry gaze focused on your butt, I’m sure that’ll just be your imagination.”
Falion: “Ummphh… Save it. Let’s move onward already. Lead on, Alva, before I change my mind about trusting a vampire to lead us anywhere but our gravesites.”