Indeed. Like me. You'll be giving me 100 septims now, if you want to live through the day. Either way you choose is fine with me.
Indeed. Like me. You'll be giving me 100 septims now, if you want to live through the day. Either way you choose is fine with me.
Report on Suryn Athones' slanders.
So. Are you looking for someone in particular? What do you want?
I suppose I could spare a moment or two.
This is Maar Gan, stranger. You looking for someone in particular?
From what you say, 🔞 Galileo 🍉, she sure sounds real nice. Okay, I'll meet her.
Take care, %PCRace, there are thieving Ashlanders about. A couple of them just robbed me of my guar hide shipment bound for Tel Aruhn.
You have returned the Belt of Sanguine Sureflight.
HA!
Ha! Sure, you go ahead and look. That'll be fun for you, I suppose. Go ahead, see if I care. Hell, you can have half the reward for the stupid slave if you find him. Or kill him. Either one is jusht fine with me. Barkeep!
I am Lanabi, the trader.
Ignorant foreigners confuse our communication and reliance upon our ancestor spirits with necromancy, but ancestor veneration is holy and pious, while necromancy is godless, perverse sorcery.
Stoneflower petals are collected from a small common blue flower of the Ascadian Isles and Azura's Coast.
I heard of Ralen Tilvur's death. I believe you are the one that killed him. I do not believe we have any more business to discuss.
Go away! Leave me alone! I'll never speak to you again!
Alright. I'll pay House Hlaalu the proper respects. But you better carry out your side of the deal.
Hail, %PCClass. Been enjoying our women as well as our mead, I hope!
You there! Yes, you. I'm in need of an escort. You'll do in a pinch.
You bring me the snow wolf pelts and gold, and I'll make a piece of custom snow wolf armor. I'll have it ready in twenty-four hours. You've got my list of prices and pelt requirements. Which piece of armor were you interested in?
The Thieves Guild is just like any other trade guild, an organization of craftsmen and professionals.
Sorry. I can't help you.
Wha?
If you're looking for someone to watch your back, I'm available for hire.
Ugharrrh.
These dreams are the sendings of the Sharmat Dagoth Ur. They are evil sendings, black lies. Do not listen to these dreams, or they will drive you mad.
Good. We can't allow just anyone to offer training in magic.
Don't stand about.
Oh, all right. If you insist....
Hello, stranger. What? What the hell are you looking at? Get the hell out of here before I take your head off! All I want to do is catch some slaughterfish. Is that so wrong? Huh? You're welcome!
What say you, Dunmer?