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Dayolin stood up with a sigh, he figured the guildmaster would be a Nord. His views of Nords in general were very low but that was because of their culture. The ones that lived in Skyrim had the same views as the Altmer only it revolved around men instead of mer. Secondly they frowned on the use of most magics, which is militarily dimwitted. His only exception to these generalizations was Tiber Septim. He, however, was always an exception.

He entered the guildmaster's quarters and sat down on a chair in front of her desk. One hand was in his pocket fiddeling with a black soul gem. That practice had been frowned upon in the mages guild back in Cyrodiil but he liked the uses of them none the least. They were, after all, the most powerful type of soul gem there was. Very useful for enchantments and summonings.

"So I take it these are the papers." He said as more of a statement than a question. "Before we get started on this I would like to know about any shrines that are situated in the guild and to what gods are they devoted to. Also where we will be training as well." He finished speaking, took the papers, and began filling them out with some ink&pen that were on the desk.