Online:Gavros

Gavros
Location	Vassir-Didanat Mine
Race	Dark Elf	Gender	Male
Reaction	Friendly

Gavros

Gavros is a Dark Elf alchemist hired by the Rethan brothers to research a Daedric formula for turning skin into ebony within the Vassir-Didanat Mine. He managed to translate, but discovered the ebony it produced was false, and the formula itself was originally provided by Clavicus Vile. He soon devised a way to turn the formula into an airborne concoction, but it soon proved too difficult to contain and engulfed the entire mine in a poisonous purple mist. He is found in the Daedric ruins of the mine, dying from the illness created from the formula.

Related Quests

• Like Blood from a Stone: Venture into the depths of an old ebony mine to investigate a mystery.

Dialogue

"You... I don't recognize you. You've made a terrible mistake in coming here. Do you feel it yet? The cold rush through your veins―the stiffness in your joints? Only a matter of time, now. Only a matter of time."

Tell me what's going on here.

"You really haven't figured it out? You're denser than those stonefiends ….
Master Rethan brought me on to study a Daedric text―a formula for turning living flesh into a substance akin to ebony. Not a perfect match, but close enough."

And you lost control of it?

"Something like that. But what does it matter? I'll be frozen solid soon. Black as midnight. A commodity―nothing more. Ironic.
You mean to rob me, I suppose. The scroll's just there. Have a care with it. Wealth always comes at a price."

Is there no cure for this affliction?

"None. Well, none that I've discovered anyway. I speak modestly when I say that if there was a cure, I would have found it already."

So you've given up?

"I guess I could squander my remaining hours searching for a remedy. But I'm an alchemist. A daedrologist. We don't trouble ourselves with things like "hope." I leave that nonsense to priests, and children, and the mentally ill."

How did you contract the illness?

"Why do you even care? Fine.
I altered the formula, turning the liquid decoction into a vapor. It proved to be very effective. Unfortunately it was nearly impossible to contain. Hence … this."

Why would you agree to this?

"What? Afflicting all these miners? Oh, spare me your crude moral outrage. They were wastrels. Laborers that were too ignorant or too lazy to find work anywhere else. This is as meaningful a contribution as they were likely to make."

You have no remorse?

"None. I'd invite you to kill me, but given that I'll be dead soon anyway, it's hardly worth the effort."

If you speak to him after taking the Mysterious Formula, he will say:

"Now, all that's left to do is wait …."

Notes

• He is the author of False Ebony, The Source of the Formula, and Test Results.