Dremora Rathine

Dremora Rathine, also known as Lord Rathine, is a Dremora found in The Weir Gate. He is a servant of Lord Methats, and is only hostile to enemies of Methats. He carries the Cog of Pinion Precession, one of the five cogs required to open the way to the Star Galley.
==Dialogue==
"Gods and garters! Another mortal, here, wandering around unsupervised on my watch? And why do you suppose my nimble-witted minions have neglected to batter, humble, and restrain you?"
:If the warty clowns I've seen so far are any indication, I doubt your minions capable of handling so grand a hero as myself.
:I have no idea, my Lord. Perhaps they hesitate to interfere with someone of my evident prowess and good breeding.
:"Indeed. Even as a mere animal, you tower above them in intellect. In much the same regard as we exceed your wits, I expect. I am Dremora Rathine. Ahem. At this stage humble grovelling is customary, accompanied by a handsome gift. Or alternatively a lingering death may be your object?"
::What a coincidence. I just happen to have a little gift for you. How about a little -- FIST, FLAME, STEEL, AND STARFIRE!?
::A thousand apologies, Lord Rathine, but I am a stranger to your customs. What sort of gift is customary? "I doubt that you can give me what I would really like, fleshling. However... I'll settle for the head of one Vatasha Trenelle. Bring it, and we might find a position for you here. There are many new vacancies here on Battlespire as a result of the recent unpleasantnesses, and I'll put a word in for you with your Lord. Now go. As you can see... I'm inordinately busy."
:::Certainly, My Lord. Goodbye.
:::I shall consider your words, and take counsel with Methats on your proposition. Goodbye.
::I bow to no creature, flesh or spirit. "Haughty words for a thing carved of clay. It will be my pleasure to instruct you on the art of prostration."
:::Come over here and say that, pretty boy.
:I serve Lord Methats. Apparently your minions appreciate that and all it implies. "Oh really? You are Methat's errand boy? Say on, by all means. His will must be obeyed, after all."
::His Lordship says you are dismissed, and may go about you own affairs, thank you. You will, of course, leave me what you've gathered for delivery to his Lordship.
::In fact, he had nothing specific to impart, other than to inquire if you needed any help. Or anything.
::"Oh dear. And you started rather well. Methats would never be so generous or considerate. I am quite distressed that you have lied to me."
:::I'm pretty much alarmed I got CAUGHT lying, your Lordship. So goodbye, and see you around.
::He wants to know if you've captured Trenelle yet. "I see. Indeed. Well. Ahem. Inform him... that we believe we have the troublesome mortal boxed in. And... If you should find him first, be sure to bring him immediately to me. Yes? Good. Now go. As you can see... I'm inordinately busy."
:::Certainly, My Lord. Goodbye.
==Appearances==
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