Daedra Count

Daedra Counts are high-ranking Dremora in . They are encountered during Level 7.
==Dialogue==
;Show: Level 7
"You are good. Yet you are tired, reserves exhausted. And we are fresh. And very good. Those you have defeated? We are their masters, and greater by far than you have seen."
:I am not diminished. I will prevail.
:All this may be true. What is your point?
:"You are flesh, and mortal. Do not, in your pride, perish, and pass away forever. While there is still a chance of your success, no matter how slim, we know you must struggle. But when all hope is gone, and death is upon you, yield to us. We will guard you well, for you are a prize of great value."
::Thank you, but pride and honor forbids that I might yield. Come. Let us try our arms.
::I will consider your words. But now we must return to our contest of arms, upon which rests both our fortunes.
:This is all of no account. We are enemies. The only speech I will hear from you is your surrender. I would even spare you if you were to clear from my path, though I know duty to your Lord forbids you that path. Now, lay on, and cursed be he who first cries, Hold!
If told the Hero's would consider their words:
"Have you considered our offer? Would you yield to us?"
:No. I would not yield. Will you give way? "We will not give way."
::Then only by our weapons may we resolve our dispute.
:Yes. I will yield, on the condition that my life, and the life of my companion, are spared. "I can speak for your life, upon my own honor, but not for the life of your companion, which is in my Lord's hands."
::Then I cannot yield. Our fight is to the death.
::Then I must be satisfied with my own life. I lay down my arms and armor, and yield to you. "I accept your surrender. And your part in this affair is now done. You have not prevailed, yet you stand outnumbered and overpowered, and are not shamed. We honor you, and accept your arms with pride."
:::I wish it were otherwise. But here is an end.
==Appearances==
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Category:Battlespire: Dremora