| Mehdbeq | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Location | Bal Fell | ||
| Race | Redguard | Gender | Male |
| Reaction | Friendly | ||
| Other Information | |||
| Faction(s) | Mages Guild | ||
Mehdbeq is a Redguard mage and a member of Lady Clarisse Laurent's expedition team to Bal Fell.
Related QuestsEdit
- A Web of Troubles: Find an explorer's missing research team.
Quest-Related EventsEdit
Searching the ruins, you'll come across a gibbering mage:
- "I don't want to go back. No, no, I can't go back. You can't make me go back!"
- Calm down. Are you one of the mages working for Lady Laurent?
- "The overbearing Breton? She's working with the spiders, isn't she? She knew!
She knew the spiders would take my friends. She knew they would make them dance. I had to run, you see, I had to! I don't want to dance! I don't know how!" - Spiders took the other mages?
- "Spiders, yes! Please, you have to rescue them! The spiders make them dance, but nobody can dance forever.
I'd go back, but I can't. I don't dance, you understand? I won't dance! Why do the spiders want us to dance, anyway? It makes no sense!" - Do you know a man named Stibbons? Have you seen him?
- "Stibbons? He's in league with the spiders! Why else don't they force him to dance? He went to join his spider masters, but he dropped his spice pouch just over there. Oh no! Do you think it's full of spiders?
What should I do? What should I do?" - Stay here. I'll examine Stibbons's spice pouch and see if I can pick up his trail.
Speaking to him again:
- "Keep away from me! I won't let you turn me over to the spiders! No, no, I'm not going to dance for those … things!"
If you return to find him again, he'll be gone.
Later you'll find him inside the ruin dancing under the spell of Mad Griskild. After you kill Griskild, the spell will be broken and he will return with the rest of the party back to Lady Laurent's camp. There he'll say:
- "That was terrifying. I never want to see another spider again.
Perhaps I'll take some dance lessons, though. Just in case."
After Stibbons reads the scroll and becomes cocooned, he'll remark:
- "Poor Stibbons. I suppose we'll get blamed for this, too.
I really hate working for that nasty Breton woman."