From the day he had met the shady Bosmer who lived upstairs, Onmund knew that he was going to try his best to avoid dealing with him. His fellow apprentices were thrilled to find that a merchant for rare items was just a few steps away, and J’zargo in particular was a regular customer. But the Nordic mage had seen his fair share of bad deals, and something about Enthir’s perpetually smug voice and searching eyes gave him the feeling that a deal with him wouldn’t work in anybody’s favor.
So when Onmund looked up from his notes that night, he couldn’t help but feel a lingering sense of dread. He had hit a dead end with his research, and it had suddenly occurred to him that there was one source of power that matched his notes.
“Daedra heart,” he remarked, running a hand through his hair. Working with Conjuration often involved invoking forces he’d rather not deal with, but he felt as though he was inches away from a breakthrough. He sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the main hall. Most of his classmates were already asleep, as he figured they would be, but he could still hear a faint shifting upstairs.
He groaned aloud, placing his quill aside and rising to his feet. He knew for a fact that if the Bosmer didn’t have a Daedra heart, he could get one. He just didn’t know what the trade-off would be. Brelyna had once complained that he had charged her a preposterous amount for a series of spell tomes, and Enthir’s secretive nature implied that there was something inherently questionable about his little store.
All the same, though…he couldn’t help but approach his room. He could get a Daedra heart himself if he left Winterhold, but he’d prefer not to make that trip if he didn’t need to. Perhaps it was time he gave the elf a fair chance.
To his relief, Enthir was still awake when he approached his quarters. The Bosmer looked up, raising his eyebrows as Onmund made himself visible.
“Well, now. A new customer. What can I do for you, Onmund?” he asked, moving to shake the apprentice’s hand. Onmund took it hesitantly.
“I’ve heard from the others that you’re an elf who knows how to get things,” he pointed out. Enthir shrugged in fake humility, backing up so that the Nord could join him in the bedroom.
“So I am,” he replied. “Could it be that you’ve finally put your reservations aside and decided to make your first purchase?” When Onmund frowned at him, Enthir allowed himself a slight laugh. “I’ve heard that you don’t want to buy from me. It’s fair, but I’m glad you’re giving me a chance. You won’t be disappointed.” He took a seat on the bed, leveling the student with a cocky stare. “So? What is it that you need?”
“I need a Daedra’s heart,” Onmund replied irritably. “I’m working on some research in Conjuration, and I think it could help me make a breakthrough.”
“If you’re not sure, you should probably get more than one,” Enthir remarked. The Nord rolled his eyes, falling into the chair beside the bed.
“Good point. How many can you get me?”
“It might take more time, but I can probably set you up with three. Would you be interested?” Onmund leaned forward on his knees, biting his lip in concentration.
“Depends. How much is that going to cost me?” he asked. Enthir chuckled again, eying his newest customer. He was vaguely endearing, with his naïve expression and his slightly round face. If he wasn’t so unwilling to cooperate, he’d be cute.
“You have to understand that acquiring Daedra hearts is very dangerous. The cost is higher in order to cover any damages,” he pointed out. “For three, I’d say…fifteen hundred septims.” When Onmund went pale, the Bosmer was quick to speak again. “Of course, I do offer a trade system. If you have something of equal value that you’re willing to part with, we can negotiate that.” He fought back a smirk, his gaze slightly predatory as Onmund squirmed.
“I…didn’t bring much of value to the College,” he admitted. “I suppose I have a few things…an amulet from home, or a staff…” Enthir tilted his head and crossed one leg over the other, leaning back on the bed as he spoke.
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Enthir/Onmund: "Something of Mine" 1/3
Date: 2015-07-10 09:03 pm (UTC)So when Onmund looked up from his notes that night, he couldn’t help but feel a lingering sense of dread. He had hit a dead end with his research, and it had suddenly occurred to him that there was one source of power that matched his notes.
“Daedra heart,” he remarked, running a hand through his hair. Working with Conjuration often involved invoking forces he’d rather not deal with, but he felt as though he was inches away from a breakthrough. He sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the main hall. Most of his classmates were already asleep, as he figured they would be, but he could still hear a faint shifting upstairs.
He groaned aloud, placing his quill aside and rising to his feet. He knew for a fact that if the Bosmer didn’t have a Daedra heart, he could get one. He just didn’t know what the trade-off would be. Brelyna had once complained that he had charged her a preposterous amount for a series of spell tomes, and Enthir’s secretive nature implied that there was something inherently questionable about his little store.
All the same, though…he couldn’t help but approach his room. He could get a Daedra heart himself if he left Winterhold, but he’d prefer not to make that trip if he didn’t need to. Perhaps it was time he gave the elf a fair chance.
To his relief, Enthir was still awake when he approached his quarters. The Bosmer looked up, raising his eyebrows as Onmund made himself visible.
“Well, now. A new customer. What can I do for you, Onmund?” he asked, moving to shake the apprentice’s hand. Onmund took it hesitantly.
“I’ve heard from the others that you’re an elf who knows how to get things,” he pointed out. Enthir shrugged in fake humility, backing up so that the Nord could join him in the bedroom.
“So I am,” he replied. “Could it be that you’ve finally put your reservations aside and decided to make your first purchase?” When Onmund frowned at him, Enthir allowed himself a slight laugh. “I’ve heard that you don’t want to buy from me. It’s fair, but I’m glad you’re giving me a chance. You won’t be disappointed.” He took a seat on the bed, leveling the student with a cocky stare. “So? What is it that you need?”
“I need a Daedra’s heart,” Onmund replied irritably. “I’m working on some research in Conjuration, and I think it could help me make a breakthrough.”
“If you’re not sure, you should probably get more than one,” Enthir remarked. The Nord rolled his eyes, falling into the chair beside the bed.
“Good point. How many can you get me?”
“It might take more time, but I can probably set you up with three. Would you be interested?” Onmund leaned forward on his knees, biting his lip in concentration.
“Depends. How much is that going to cost me?” he asked. Enthir chuckled again, eying his newest customer. He was vaguely endearing, with his naïve expression and his slightly round face. If he wasn’t so unwilling to cooperate, he’d be cute.
“You have to understand that acquiring Daedra hearts is very dangerous. The cost is higher in order to cover any damages,” he pointed out. “For three, I’d say…fifteen hundred septims.” When Onmund went pale, the Bosmer was quick to speak again. “Of course, I do offer a trade system. If you have something of equal value that you’re willing to part with, we can negotiate that.” He fought back a smirk, his gaze slightly predatory as Onmund squirmed.
“I…didn’t bring much of value to the College,” he admitted. “I suppose I have a few things…an amulet from home, or a staff…” Enthir tilted his head and crossed one leg over the other, leaning back on the bed as he spoke.
“I think we can work something out here, Onmund.”