[You have failed your Oath of Silence]

Ah, %PCName. Friend of the Temple, and healer of Mournhold. What can I do for you?

Have you any news about the Crimson Plague, %PCName?

Have you any news, %PCName?

Were you able to help Shunari, %PCName?

Fedris Hler must be told of this attack. Get yourself to the Temple and let him know! Go!

This attack must be reported. We will stay here and guard against further attacks. Go tell Tienius Delitian! Run!

Someone must make sure Fedris Hler is informed of these attacks. I cannot leave my post. Tell him!

Someone must make sure Tienius Delitian is informed of these attacks. I cannot leave my post. Tell him!

Mournhold is under attack! Take arms and armor to Plaza Brindisi Dorom -- they need your help!

They're attacking the city! Don't just stand there! DO something!

You are a wanted criminal, and will be punished. You stand here only by the Lady's mercy. Take great care, lest you meet the Hands.

You wear the sacred garb of the Ordinator, but you are not of the Order. I stay my hand solely at the Lady's discretion. Speak with me no more.

We await the Goddess' command. Her word is our law. There is no time to speak with the likes of you.

I suggest you go help Shunari, and quickly at that. She may have information we need to figure out what's going on.

I heard noises from downstairs. What's happened?

There you are, %PCName! I have to thank you for helping me find Fons Beren!

%PCName, there is much to discuss. It seems the situation is more serious than I'd expected. I've examined the rat you see here, and I've detemined what infected it - the Crimson Plague.

I've told you I want no further contact with you. I'll handle this on my own. Please leave.

There you are, %PCName! I have to thank you for helping me find Sunel Hlas!

Have you delivered that Cure Disease Potion, %PCName? I'd be grateful if you've done me that favor.

I've told you I want no further contact with you. I'll handle the situation on my own. Please leave.

There you are, %PCName! I have to thank you for helping me find Goval Ralen!

This is a serious turn of events, %PCName. Perhaps I've underestimated what's going on here. May I ask another favor of you?

You're armed? Good! Help the guard! Destroy these devices!

Welcome back, %PCName. Have you been able to deliver that Cure Disease Potion?

Mournhold is under attack! Monsters have broken into Plaza Brindisi Dorom! You're armed! Go help them!

Have you heard? The city is under attack! Enchanted machines have burst into Plaza Brindisi Dorom and are killing everyone! They need your help! GO!

Okay, okay. Just give us some time to work something out. Now get out of here, or else Dovor might get suspicious.

Mournhold is under attack! They've mobilized the guard and militia! All able-bodied citizens should report to Plaza Brindisi Dorom, armed and armored, immediately!

Plaza Brindisi Dorom is under attack! They've called out the Guard, but they're outnumbered! Go! They need your help!

We're under attack! Go to Plaza Brindisi Dorom -- hurry!

What's this about the Dark Brotherhood? You say you've been attacked by them? The fact that you're standing here seems to suggest otherwise.

My greetings and blessings upon you. I am Eno Romari. How may I help you in your journey through this life?

You again? Already made you a good blade. Stop bugging me.

Yeah, you're the one who wanted me to forge the blade. I suppose you figure I'm finished, huh?

Yeah, you're the one who wants me to forge the blade for you. And you apparently want to bother me. What?

What do you want? I'm here to make weapons, not to chat.

You have no place here, child of living flesh. The Mazed Band must not be allowed to leave this tomb. The Band should never have existed at all. That was my folly, and this is my curse. For all eternity, I am damned to walk in this half life, to keep my creation from destroying the hearts and minds of mortals. Those who would challenge my fate will pay with their lives.

Hold! I am beaten. You are the greater warrior, %PCName. You should speak now with my liege.

[Karrod says nothing.]

No...tell my liege...I have...failed h....

The winds have whispered to me, %PCName. They have told me of your failure to enter Hrothmund's Barrow. In order to become chieftain of Thirsk, you needed to enter the barrow and grasp the axe of Hrothmund to receive his blessing. Now, that will never happen. This is a sad day. I fear Thirsk will never reopen.

You...you mean to tell me you found the entrance to...to Hrothmund's Barrow...and...and uttered the WRONG name? You...you idiot! Get away from me.... You...you're obviously completely incompetent!

All hail %PCName, the chieftain of Thirsk! What can I do for you, my lord. Perhaps there is some mead hall business you'd like to tend to? Or maybe you'd rather just go upstairs and rest in your quarters?

You killed my Brandr! Why?!

Have you met my love, Brandr?

You've killed her! You've killed the only woman I've ever loved! Now you will pay!

Let me introduce you to Erna. She and I have a love my wife would never understand.

All hail the new sheeftain of Thirshk! *burp!* Becaushe of you, the mead hall ish open again! Here'sh to your health! *burp!*

[Bathmar plays his lute and sings the praises of the new chieftain of Thirsk] In the cave she met the beast, and cut quite short its evil feast! And when the Udyrfrykte did fall, the chieftain came and claimed her hall! The danger gone the mead did flow, and everyone at Thirsk did know, that %PCName would rule great Thirsk until the end of time!

[Bathmar plays his lute and sings the praises of the new chieftain of Thirsk] In the cave he met the beast, and cut quite short its evil feast! And when the Udyrfrykte did fall, the chieftain came and claimed his hall! The danger gone the mead did flow, and everyone at Thirsk did know, that %PCName would rule great Thirsk until the end of time!

So, you travel the wilds of Solstheim, just as I do? Here's a word of advice from one wanderer to another -- keep your eyes open and your wits about you. There's more than bears and wolves roaming about this island. If you find yourself face to face with the berserkers or fryse hags, sheathe your blade and get to running! If you need shelter, my kinsfolk at Thirsk will gladly take you in.

Oh. I see. I thought I sensed honor in you, %PCName. It is why I offered you this chance at glory. Perhaps I was wrong about you.... If you have a change of heart, return to me and we will fight valiantly to the death. And don't worry. I'm not going to ambush you. In order to enter Sovngarde I must die in valiant combat. I will not lower myself to cowardice and deceit as Grimkell did. Now leave me, %PCName. I have much to consider.

Need to get back to Fort Frostmoth? Wouldn't you rather take a boat than walk? My price is reasonable.

You honor me with this decision! Songs will be written of our glorious battle! It is true that in my heart I wish to be defeated, so that I may enter Sovngarde. But know, this %PCName. I will fight, and fight valiantly, as I have all my life. You will probably die by my hand. I will grant no quarter, no mercy, and I expect no less from you. Go now. Prepare for battle. When you are ready, speak with me again, and then we shall engage in armed combat!

Who's there?

Look, I don't know what's going on in this place. Monsters bursting up from the ground, guards running around everywhere...this is lunacy. You'll notice I'm not blaming this on any witch. And it's still too hot around here.

What're you looking at? No, I'm not paralyzed. And I've never even met a witch, much less been asked to escort one anywhere. Why am I naked? Because it's too damned hot here! You people think that every time you see a naked Nord barbarian, he's been tricked by some witch. So narrow minded. Now leave me alone.

I told you I don't need any help. I'm just trying to cool off a bit. I've never even seen a witch! You people and your stereotypes....

I understand you've been to the Clockwork City, and you alone returned. You've consorted with gods, what can this Queen do for you?

It seems you are destined for great things in Morrowind, my friend. I'm glad there will be another for people to talk about.

My protector! It seems you were able to take care of that ridiculous plot.

Hello again, friend %PCName. There is so much you seem to be involved with. How can I help you?

How goes your quest to forge the Blade of Nerevar?

Good to see you, %PCName. What can one who has defeated the mighty Karrod wish to speak about?

You are to fight the mighty Karrod soon, %PCname. Do you really have the time to be chatting with me?

Why, hello! My protector has returned! What is it I can do for you, my friend?

So, what information have you uncovered about this mysterious plot my son believes is afoot?

Hello again. I trust things are going well for you.

These are frightening times, friend %PCName. What is it you require?

Good day to you. How may I help you, %PCName?

Greetings %PCName. I've been wanting to speak with you. I understand you've been performing some duties for Tienius, and you've done well. I believe there are other matters you should investigate as well.

Ahh...you are the one recently arrived from Vvardenfell. What is it you wish to ask?

You have other matters you wish to discuss with me? Please, go ahead.

How can Ra'Tesh help you?

What may Karrod do for you, mighty one?

Speak with my King Helseth, my friend. We can speak more when your business with him is complete.

Greetings. How may I help you?

What do you want?

Hello! What can I do for you?

My mother, Queen Barenziah, has been found dead. I understand you were seen near her chambers. You will not leave here alive.

Greetings, %PCName. There is much still to be done for the people of Morrowind, and I believe we will both be needed. How may I help you?

I have been hearing many stories about you, %PCName. And about the goddess. In fact, I've been hearing stories about a great deal of strange happenings in my city. I sent you to learn more about the attacks. I will assume that the rumors I have heard relate to that.

Yes, %PCName? I thought you were sent to learn more about the attacks. I also told you to stay away from the Royal Palace until you had learned all there is to know! Do not take this job lightly.

You have questions about my plans for you?

Enough! I have seen you fight my champion, though I find it hard to imagine how you have succeeded. I did not believe anyone could best Karrod, but you have shown me otherwise. And he speaks! There are depths to you, %PCName, that I will fathom in time. For now, you have proven yourself to me.

Have you come to fight my champion? Are you prepared to face Karrod?

It is not yet time to fight my champion. Return later, and we will have the battle.

Have you come to be of service to your King?

I understand you were able to protect Barenziah.

Your job is to protect Barenziah. See to it.

Ahhh...%PCName. Have you learned more about that plot?

Ah...so you're the one Tienius has been telling us about. I had wished to speak with you, but I have learned that my mother, the Queen Barenziah, has been found dead. And you were seen near her chambers near the time of her death. I cannot let you leave here alive.

Ah...so you're the one Tienius has been telling us about. You should have brought the information to us directly. Still, you may be of use. We understand you had a slight inconvenience earlier. It appears we were given a bit of misinformation. The Queen Mother has spoken of you as well.

Ah...so you're the one Tienius has been telling us about. Interesting. You'll have to forgive us for the slight inconvenience earlier. It appears we were given a bit of misinformation. The Queen Mother has spoken of you as well.

You would dare approach us without being granted an audience? Guards!

You've got your shiny blade. Now leave an old spirit to his haunts!

You find that Pyroil Tar yet?

What're you doing down here? Leave an old spirit to his haunts.

I'm glad all that's over.

It is done. Please, can we return to the Temple now?

I am attempting to cleanse the Shrine. Please, don't interrupt me.

I will now cleanse the Shrine of the Dead, I suppose. If I can. Be with me, Lady.

You have killed the Profane? Please take me to the Shrine of the Dead.

Hello. I'm told you will accompany me to the Shrine of the Dead and protect me as we travel together. Our Lady commands it...so I suppose we must go.

Yes? M-must we travel together? Or may I wait here? Or go home? Please?

Oh...hello. Have we met? I'm Urvel Dulni, a recent Initiate here at the Temple.

Oh...hello. Have we met? I'm Urvel Dulni, a recent Initiate here at the Temple.

I'm afraid that I have nothing for you, %PCName. You will need to speak with the Lady Almalexia if you have further questions.

What is it? I have been told of no tasks that you may perform in the Lady Almalexia's service.

You're to retrieve Barilzar's Mazed Band, are you not?

Ahhh...Fedris sent you to me, did he? You would like to know more about Barilzar's Mazed Band? I suppose I can tell you something.

Yes...have you come to be of service to our Lady?

What is it? Have you settled that business with the Shrine of the Dead?

Hmmm...yes. You are the one that Hler mentioned. Interesting. You are to be of service to our Lady. It is essential, and all would be displeased were you to fail.

What do you want?

What is it you need? I have no more jobs for you, but the Lady Almalexia has informed me that you may report to her directly.

Have you been able to investigate the disturbance further?

I understand you've spoken to Delitian about the attacks on the city. He is correct in having you investigate the disturbance, but you should bring any information you find to me. This is a Temple city, and this is a Temple matter. We will deal with it.

I've heard about the attacks on the city. Good that you reported them to me, though. I've sent some High Ordinators to deal with the situation. You can help me in another way. I want you to investigate the disturbance.

What is it you want?

Have you retrieved Barilzar's Mazed Band?

Drin sent you to me? Priests...hmph. As it happens, there is another way you may be of service to our Lady Almalexia.

Yes...what is it you want? I heard you'd taken care of that shrine business. Go speak with Drin. He seems to like you.

Yes? Aren't you supposed to be dealing with the Shrine of the Dead?

It's you again. I suppose you wish to be of further service to our Lady?

Well, what's the status with the goblin army? Have you taken care of it yet?

Ahh...you're the one who has recently arrived in Mournhold from Vvardenfell. I was told of your arrival. I understand you had some problems with the Dark Brotherhood. An interesting group...and usually rather effective. I'm surprised you're still alive. Perhaps you have potential, or they sent incompetents. I believe you might be of service to our Lady.

You would dare enter the lair of the Dark Brotherhood? Very well. We will complete our mission here and now. A speedy death to you, %PCName.

Hello, friend. Are you seeking transport to Mournhold again?

It is time for you to go, %PCName. Sotha Sil must be stopped.

Greetings, my dearest servant. You were to forge the blade of Nerevar once again.

Welcome, %PCName. It is time we talked of greater things. I have watched you since your arrival in Vvardenfell, and you have been a strong and faithful servant to me. None but the Nerevarine could have succeeded as you have. How long I have waited for this! My Nerevar, returned to me at last! I have watched from my Temple as others have made the claim, and I have seen them fall. I believe now that you are the one who was prophesied.

Have you eliminated the threat of my poor, mad Missing Hand, and brought peace to Mournhold?

I am well-pleased, good and faithful servant. My people look upon the elements, and see there written a divine testament to my lordship. Did ever any other god display such dominion over the earth and sky? But now... with a heavy heart, I must lay a sad burden upon you. I bid you bring the peace of understanding to my Missing Hand.

In My wisdom I have sent you to activate the Karstangz-Bcharn. Tell me you have accomplished this task for your goddess.

What have you learned about this End of Times cult and their beliefs? Have you served me well in gathering this information?

Greetings, %PCName. It is good to see you again. Dear Fedris has told me more about your work so far here in Mournhold. He suggested I might find your services useful. After some consideration, I have decided that there may be a task for you to complete.

I sense that the danger in the Plaza has abated...for now. Go and speak with Fedris Hler. He will give you further instructions.

There is a disturbance in the Plaza Brindisi Dorom. Investigate it, my good and faithful servant. I shall remain here.

There is much work to be done. Leave me now, my loyal servant. We will speak again soon, I am sure.

So you are the person I have been hearing about. I welcome you to my chapel, %PCName...or perhaps I should call you by another name? But, that is a discussion for a later time. I understand you have done well in my service, and, indeed, a service in my name is a service for all of Mournhold. Now, my faithful and obedient servant, let us discuss Barilzar's Mazed Band.

Yes? Do you seek transport to Vvardenfell?

Greetings, friend, what may I do for you?

MARK: Tribunal Dialogs Above

So there was ANOTHER Velas wizard living in the Velas Manor, eh, %PCName? Brother of the weedy one you killed. And a tough wizard, from what I hear. It's a funny old world, isn't it?

I saw your fight with that wizard, %PCName. That certainly was interesting. I expected, with all the rumors of how powerful and evil he was, that he would be tougher than he appeared. Hmm. He did say his name was Velas, right? There's a Velas manor in Godsreach. Perhaps checking it out would shed some much needed light on this mystery.

Salutations, %PCName. So nice of you to join me in my humble abode. I was all prepared to offer you a nice drink or a bite to eat before we got down to business, but you are late in coming and I don't appreciate being kept waiting, so business it shall be. I can sense you've already made the acquaintance of my unfortunate brother.

Greetings, %PCRace. Perhaps you'd like to hear the latest rumors?

Greetings, fair citizens of Mournhold! I am the great, renowned, respected, and feared wizard, Ovis Velas! In the coming weeks you shall see more and more of me, as I bring this city to its knees. But for the moment, allow me to demonstrate my power on one of your hapless countrymen. You there! Yes, you, you ugly %PCRace. Prepare yourself to feel my wrath!

Time to die, %PCRace.

GAVIN: Tribunal Dialogs Above

Don't be tiresome. I have no time for idle chatter with the likes of you.

Are you speaking to me, %PCRace? I suppose you want some armor or steel something-or-another, right? Well, why don't you take your sniveling looks and your ungrateful tone and talk directly to the smith? I'm "just an apprentice." I've got nothing to offer the likes of you. I don't belong here.

Hello again, %PCName. I'm loving this job. Thanks so much for recommending it to me! It sure beats those blasted pillows!

Hey there, %PCName! I got the job! Thanks so much for recommending this to me. It's hard work, but I just imagine that every breastplate or shield I turn out is just a thin, hard pillow made of metal, and I get through the day just fine. Here, I don't have much money, but I can offer you some tools that might come in handy. Also talk to my boss, Bols. He's pretty happy at having a new apprentice, and will give you some good deals.

Damn that Ilnori Faustus! Damn him!

Thank you so much for sending Therdon my way, %PCName. He's a tremendous help around the place, even if I can't ever get him to shut up about the blasted pillows! Now, can I interest you in my custom armor?

Thank you so much for sending Therdon my way, %PCName. He's a tremendous help around the place, even if I can't ever get him to shut up about the blasted pillows! Now, can I interest you in my custom armor?

Thank you for mentioning that job opportunity at the smithy's to me, %PCName. I hope to check it out very soon, as soon as I finish my shein.

Hello, %PCRace, and welcome to my shop. Have you come to order a piece of my famous custom armor? I see you've already made the acquaintance of my "charming" apprentice, Ilnori Faustus.

Hello, %PCRace, and welcome to my shop. Have you come to order a piece of my famous custom armor? I notice you've had the misfortune to meet my "charming" apprentice, Ilnori Faustus.

Hello, %PCRace, and welcome to my shop. Have you come to order a piece of my famous custom armor?

Hi there, %PCRace. Care to drink away your troubles with me?

Sorry, there, %PCRace. I don't have any spare change.

Get away from me, you slackjawed, flea-bitten %PCRace.

Thank you for helping me with Holmar, %PCName.

That was quite satisfying, %PCName. I'm sorry I had to involve you this way, but I'm glad this problem is taken care of once and for all. Please accept this money as a sign of my gratitude.

That was quite satisfying, %PCName. I'm sorry I had to involve you this way, but I'm glad this problem is taken care of once and for all. Please accept this money as a sign of my gratitude.

As much as I would like to bash his kwama-cuttle-infested head in, I have to hand it to you, %PCName. That was some smooth handling. I doubt he'll be back here any time soon. I don't have much to give in thanks, but here, take this money.

Thank you for showing me the true way of faith, %PCRace. All praise Vivec!

Let's go get that scrib-sucking Nord before he leaves the bar, %PCName.

Here is your book back, %PCRace. I shall forget this incident with the Nord and commit my life to spreading the wisdom of Vivec. Here, take my possessions. I no longer need them.

Ah, welcome back, %PCRace! Praise to Vivec five times and five ways. Thank you so much for lending me this book! It has renewed my faith. As you can see, I have renounced my worldly possessions. "I shall neither hoard nor steal, nor encumber myself with profitless treasures, but shall share freely among house and hearth."

*Hiccup*... Okay, okay. I was just going anyway. Just let me finish this drink....

*Hiccup*... What's that? Who's ... *hiccup* Who's there? *hiccup* Gimme another drink, you cockamamie bastar ... *hiccup*. Hey ... Hey, this must be about that blasted Wood *hiccup* Elf I just tossed out of here, right? *hiccup* Hehehehe *hiccup* Stupid little Wood Elves. Back, *hiccup* back for another round, eh?

*Hiccup*... Hey, where's my sujamma? What's taking so long.... Oh. You don't look like the... pulican. Pelican. Publican. That's it. Publican. Get outta my way. HEY? Where's my SUJAMMA?

Damn that villainous, clay-brained Nord! I hate him! I swear by the teeth of Molag Bal himself I'll have revenge on that corprus-licking ignoramus.

I'm not entirely done with the book yet, %PCName. Give me just a bit more time with it.

That was a great idea, %PCName. Maybe we can get the bartender to clear him out of here now. Thank you so much. I don't have much to offer, but here, take this money and my ring as a sign of my gratitude.

Salutations %PCRace! Would you like to look over my wonderful collection of clutter? Perhaps you would even consider helping me fill out my collection.

Ah, hello again, %PCName. Feel free to take a look around at my collection.

Oh, you again. Come to view my collection and wonder what glory might have been your, eh?

Greetings my Champion of Clutter!

Salutations, %PCRace. I don't need any more help right now. Are you maybe looking for beds for rent?

Salutations, %PCRace. Can I help you find something? Looking for beds for rent? Perhaps you'd be interested in helping me with some work I need taken care of?

Have you taken care of all the problems out there, %PCName?

You still haven't taken care of your bouncer duties, %PCRace. I can spot one drunk from here. Head back out and make sure this place is free from troublemakers like that.

Hello there, %PCRace. Up for a game of shells?

Hey, hey, watch it there. *hic* Why're you harrass... harrass... harassin' me? I ain't done nothing to you *hic*. Damn you, you dirty %PCRace. Always . . . *hic* always causing problems.

%Name welcomes you. Perhaps you'd like %Name to tell you the latest rumors, yes?

Enjoying the fight, %PCRace?

Hello again, %PCRace. Sadly I've been unable to find anyone else willing to help me with repairs, so there will be no bot fights for a while, I fear.

Thank you again for saving me, %PCName.

Thank you so much for disabling my haywire bots. I most likely owe you my life. Here, please accept this gold as a reward. I've got some rebuilding to do.

Help! HELP!!! The bots have all gone crazy! HELP!!!

Help me! Help me please! I don't know what happened. My containment gate shattered, and all the bots suddenly started attacking! Disable them for me and I'll pay you well. Look out behind you!

Ah, welcome back, %PCRace. Are you ready to help me repair my bots?

Thank you for helping me repair my bots, %PCName.

Looks like you got lucky this time, %PCRace. Here is your wager, doubled as promised. Thank you for all your help. Thanks to you, the Robot Arena can continue.

Looks like you got lucky this time, %PCRace. Here is your wager, doubled as promised. Thank you for all your help. Thanks to you, the Robot Arena can continue.

Looks like you got lucky this time, %PCRace. Here is your wager, doubled as promised. Thank you for all your help. Thanks to you, the Robot Arena can continue.

Well, I'm sorry %PCName, but I guess you can't win them all. Good luck in all your endeavors, and thank you for helping me repair my bots.

Ah, welcome back, %PCRace. Are you ready to help me repair my bots?

Not just yet, %PCRace. I need some time to fix my bots. Come back another time.

As you can see, I've finally got the bots up and running. The fight is about to start. Would you like to make a friendly wager on the outcome?

Hello there, %PCRace. I imagine you've come to see the battles of the Robot Arena. I'm sorry to inform you that there won't be any more battles for some time, unless you think you can help me repair my bots.

Greetings, %PCRace. Have you, by any chance, ever been to the Robot Arena?

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I hope that, under the circumstances, your own virtue will be sufficient reward. And now, please, I would like to be alone -- to mourn the death of my faithful friend Thrud.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I hope that, under the circumstances, your own virtue will be sufficient reward. I assure you ... I'm everlastingly grateful to be united with my faithful friend Thrud.

Dear, dear Thrud. What have I done? I've never found a more faithful friend... and now I shall never hear his voice again. Thank you, %PCName. I owe you my life. But... please... let me be alone with Thrud now.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I hope that, under the circumstances, your own virtue will be sufficient reward. And now, please, I would like to be alone -- to mourn the death of my faithful friend Thrud.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I hope that, under the circumstances, your own virtue will be sufficient reward. I assure you ... I'm everlastingly grateful to be united with my faithful friend Thrud.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I hope that, under the circumstances, your own virtue will be sufficient reward. And now, please, I would like to be alone -- to mourn the death of my faithful friend Thrud.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I hope that, under the circumstances, your own virtue will be sufficient reward. I assure you ... I'm everlastingly grateful to be united with my faithful friend Thrud.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thrud hears that you save his friend Dilborn. Thrud happy, Dilborn happy, ALL happy.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thrud happy, Dilborn happy, ALL happy.

You try help Thrud free Dilborn. But Dilborn gone. Thrud sad. Now Thrud got books, but not got Dilborn. Thrud stay here now and pray to book spirits so Dilborn not be lonely.

Dilborn back! Dilborn back! Dilborn, Thrud says Dilborn never go to sewers again! Here, %PCRace. Take Thrud's favorite book. It is very good... many words... on BOTH sides of pages.

Dilborn back! Dilborn back! Dilborn, Thrud says Dilborn never go to sewers again! Here, %PCRace. Take Thrud's favorite book. It is very good... many words... on BOTH sides of pages.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I hope that, under the circumstances, your own virtue will be sufficient reward. And now, please, I would like to be alone -- to mourn the death of my faithful friend Thrud.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I hope that, under the circumstances, your own virtue will be sufficient reward. I assure you ... I'm everlastingly grateful to be united with my faithful friend Thrud.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I hope that, under the circumstances, your own virtue will be sufficient reward. I assure you ... I'm everlastingly grateful to be united with my faithful friend Thrud.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I fear that, under the circumstances, your own virtue must be sufficient reward.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I fear that, under the circumstances, your own virtue must be sufficient reward.

Thank you, %PCRace. I am in your debt. Alas, in my present financially embarrassed condition, it is a debt I cannot repay. I fear that, under the circumstances, your own virtue must be sufficient reward.

Help! Help me!

You've got your Dilborn. Not how I'd spend my money, frankly, but that's your affair. And now, though it's been charming chatting with you, I won't keep you....

The underworld is my world, %PCRace, where we do things my way. This is no place for you. So why don't you go someplace else?

Oh, you again. Come to rescue your little debt-ridden friend, perhaps? How are you doing down there, Dilborn? Not so well, eh? Well, that's what happens to people who owe me money and neglect to pay.

Well, well, look what the scrib dragged in. I suppose you're here to rescue our little Dilborn, eh? Then I suggest you don't make any sudden moves. You see, when people owe me money, I get a bit touchy. Attack me, and my men have orders to kill Dilborn first -- poor, naked, defenseless Dilborn. But if you're here to settle Dilborn's debts, we may be able to work something out.

Hello, nice lady! You see Dilborn? Dilborn my friend! Dilborn gone three days now, and Thrud sad.

Hello, nice man! You see Dilborn? Dilborn my friend! Dilborn gone three days now, and Thrud sad.

Go sewers now, %PCName. Thrud see Dilborn go there.

Hello, nice lady! You see Dilborn? Dilborn my friend! Dilborn gone three days now, and Thrud sad.

Hello, nice man! You see Dilborn? Dilborn my friend! Dilborn gone three days now, and Thrud sad.

Thrud not want to talk. Thrud sad. Friend Dilborn gone.

You don't want to talk to me. Talk to the boss, Drathas.

You don't want to talk to me. Talk to the boss, Drathas.

I'm not selling you any more of my trained beasts. You don't take good enough care of them.

Greetings and welcome, sera! Are you in the market for trained scribs and rats? I think you'll find my prices quite reasonable, and my rats and scribs are fine as pets or beasts of burden -- or as tasty little morsels.

GET OUT RIGHT NOW!

You KILLED him! I didn't want him dead! *sob* Get out! GET OUT NOW!

You killed her! You killed Velyna! It was my wife that paid you to do this, wasn't it?! I'll KILL you!

Get out of my sight.

Who are you? What are you doing following me? My wife sent you, didn't she! I knew she was spying on me, and for no good reason, either! That woman doesn't take her eye off me, not even for a short trip to the bar. Well, you can tell that no-good wife of mine that we're through, %PCRace. And don't let me catch you following me ever again.

You! Why were you following Taren around? I saw you, so don't try and deny it. You were sent by his wife, weren't you? Well, I'll deal with that woman after I deal with you!

What are you bothering me for? Please leave me alone.

Who are you? What are you doing following me? My wife sent you, didn't she! I knew she was spying on me, and for no good reason, either! That woman doesn't take her eye off me, not even for a short trip to the bar. Well, you can tell that no-good wife of mine that we're through, %PCRace. And don't let me catch you following me ever again.

Taren is dead?! What were you thinking!? Oh no! *sob* What will I do? I didn't want him dead! *sob* Get out! GET OUT NOW!

Welcome, %PCName. Do you have any news? What's that? You caught my husband cheating and killed the woman? Goodness. I should have realized.... But I must admit, you have handled the problem very... efficiently. Here, please accept this money as a reward. I will deal with Taren myself when he gets home.

All right. If you don't have the time, you don't have the time. Forget about it.

Hello again, %PCName. Any news? Did you see my husband?

Hello, %PCRace. I don't know what you think you're doing, casually walking into my home like this... I'll thank you to leave... immediately.

Hello, %PCRace. I don't know what you think you're doing, casually walking into my home like this... I'll thank you to leave... immediately.

Hello, %PCRace. I don't know what you think you're doing, casually walking into my home like this... but since you're here... you haven't happened to see my husband around anywhere, have you?

Yes, %PCName. You handled things very... neatly. I will deal with Taren myself when he gets home.

Unfortunately, it seems that someone has killed Gureryne Selvilo, our leading lady, so there won't be any play today. It's never easy, is it?

I'm very sorry to inform you that we won't be putting on the show today.

I'm very sorry to inform you that we won't be putting on the show today.

Oh my, yes, I saw what happened, %PCName. I hope you can forgive us, but we knew that an assassin would attack sooner or later.

Oh my, yes, I saw what happened, %PCName. I hope you can forgive us, but we knew that an assassin would attack sooner or later.

Unfortunately, it seems that someone has killed Gureryne Selvilo, our leading lady, so there won't be any play today. It's never easy, is it?

Get out there right now, %PCName!

You're late, %PCName. I am not pleased with you, but the show must go on. All you have to do is head out there, stand still, and deliver your lines. There's not a whole lot of action in the play, so don't get too caught up in moving around. And be careful, the audience knows the play well, and I'll be counting your mistakes. You've already got one strike for being late. Good luck!

Good job, %PCName. You're right on time. Unfortunately, it seems that someone has killed Gureryne Selvilo, our leading lady, so there won't be any play today. It's never easy, is it?

Good job, %PCName. You're right on time. Let's get this show on the road. All you have to do is head out there through the door, hit your mark in the center of the rug next to Gureryne, stand still, and deliver your lines. Move quickly through the door -- timing is everything. And be careful, the audience knows the play well, and I'll be counting your mistakes. Break a leg!

You're right on time, %PCName. But what have you done with the script? I'll need it back from you before we go any further. Let me know when you've got it.

Greetings, %PCRace! I'm Meryn Othralas, founder of the Mournhold Players. I'm sure you came here to watch our production of "The Horror of Castle Xyr." Well, I'm very sorry to inform you that we won't be putting on the show today. The troupe has its own drama to worry about at the moment.

That was an incredible performance!

That was an incredible performance!

What an incredible performance!

What an incredible performance!

I wonder when the play will start.

I wonder when the play will start.

I wonder when the play will start.

I wonder if we'll ever find another actor.

That wasn't bad... considering the circumstances. You were very brave.

I wonder if we'll ever find another actor.

Oh, my, what's going on? Why did he attack you? Maybe you should talk to Meryn!

What's going on?

Hi %PCRace. You probably want to talk to Meryn backstage. He's in charge of our little troupe here.

Oh my, yes, I saw what happened, %PCName. I hope you can forgive us, but we knew that an assassin would attack sooner or later.

I'm very sorry to inform you that we won't be putting on the show today.

You have nerve, I must say. But you must be crazy if you think I'll buy artifacts from you that you've stolen from me.

Welcome back to the Museum, %PCName. Are you here to look, or did you wish to sell something?

Greetings. I am Torasa Aram, Curator of the Mournhold Museum of Artifacts.

Filthy %PCRace! That note belongs to Ahnia!

What does %PCRace want from Ahnia?

Ahnia does not know you, so Ahnia has nothing to say to you.

I'm sorry, %PCName, but I don't think I'll be needing any more of your, ah, 'help'. Excuse me.

You don't think I'm actually going to talk to you, do you %PCName? Don't think I've forgotten what you did. Now get lost!

Ah, %PCName. My good friend!

%PCName, don't you have somewhere....else to be? You're making me nervous. We can talk tomorrow. Now if you'll excuse me.

Hello, %PCRace. No time to talk, I'm afraid. There's much work to be done. Yes, much to do.. No time for silly fancies, like drinking, dancing... oh, but what I wouldn't give to meet someone new.

%PCName! There you are! I wanted to thank you for helping me find Marena Gilnith!

Oh, hi %PCName. Listen, thanks for trying to set me up with Marena Gilnith, even though it didn't work out.

%PCName! There you are! I wanted to thank you for helping me find Marena Gilnith!

Hey, look. This really isn't a very good time; I'm right in the middle of my date! Come see me tomorrow after it's over.

Sorry, %PCName; I can't talk now. I have to get ready!

Confound it, %PCName! Are you determined to make this harder than it is? Leave us alone. I can talk to you some other time.

You'll have to come back later on, %PCName. I need time to, ah, prepare for this meeting of yours.

Hey, %PCName. I was just thinking about heading over to the bar, since that whole Marena Gilnith thing didn't work out. Nice try on your part, though.

Hey there, pal! I wanted to thank you for setting me up with Marena Gilnith. It's worked out better than I ever thought it could.

Hey there! Listen, I'm right in the middle of putting my charms on her, so why don't you catch up with me tomorrow? That is, if I'm not still busy. Know what I mean?

Hello, %PCName. No time to talk now. Have to get ready for the big date!

Hey there, friend! Been out cruising the streets? Because I sure have! The women aren't safe when I'm on the town!

Back again? You just can't get enough of me, can you? Don't worry - it happens to all the women at one time or another.

Well, hello there. Aren't you a tasty dish? You must be new to Mournhold. I'd have recognized that beautiful face otherwise. Fons Beren at your service, milady. A man who loves beautful women.

Well met, friend! You're not a familiar face... new to Mournhold, are you? Don't suppose you arrived with any female friends, eh? I get on quite well with the women, you know.

Pardon me, friend. But I'm not feeling very talkative right now. Perhaps some other time?

Hi, %PCName! So, did you talk to Marena Gilnith? Did she say anything about me?

Hi there, %PCName! Are you having as good a time here as I am?

Hi there. Wow. Can you believe this place? It's just... amazing. Everything's so beautiful! The buildings, the shops, the women... I'm blown away!

Well, well, well. Look who it is! My dear friend %PCName. Just my luck that you should stumble in here. Heh. Indeed, it seems my good fortune knows no bounds. Despite my mis-treatment at your hands, I've found riches, been able to influence just about anyone I talk to, and can you believe I've NEVER lost a fight? Never even gotten a scratch. Somehow I don't think I'll have a problem continuing that streak... and I owe you!

Don't just stand there, %PCName! Get rid of these rats! They've all been infected!

Hello, %PCName. Interested in the rumors circulating around the city? I can say that I consider them to be exaggerations of the truth. Several people have fallen ill lately, to be sure, but it is hardly the epidemic people are making it out to be. As long as you're here, however, perhaps I could ask a small favor of you.

I wonder if I could trouble you for a moment of your time, %PCName. I don't know if you've heard the rumors going around about a disease; I can say that I consider them to be exaggerations of the truth. Several people have fallen ill lately, to be sure, but it is hardly the epidemic people are making it out to be. Regardless, I wondered if I could ask a small favor of you.

Nothing to worry yourself about, citizen. Just some crazy woman. Move it along.

%PCName! You've got to do something! I stepped out for a bit of fresh air, only to hear the door lock behind me! There was some horrible screaming a few minutes ago, but it's gone all quiet now, and no one has answered when I've pounded on the door. We've got to get in there!

It's safe... too heavy to open. Water will get me past though... just turn the crank....

I can sneak past.... red eyes won't see me... won't hurt me...

I'll be safe down there.... thieves won't find it... won't find me...

I'm sorry you had to see that. She's been like this for months now, and no one can seem to get through to her. We have no idea what "it" is, or why she's become so paranoid about it. Any attempts to discuss the matter with her have ended badly. Some even violently. That's why we bring a guard with us when we visit. As a friend of the family, I can't just leave her to her own devices. I've heard, however, that she was seen talking to Elbert Nermarc recently. Perhaps he might know more.

I think you should speak with Golena Sadri before I say anything. It.... well, it will be clearer to you that way.

I know you.... you're one of THEM! You can't fool me! Well, you'll never get your hands on it! It's safe from the likes of you! From all you thieves! There's nothing for you here; just get out. GET OUT!

No, no. No way out. One way in. It's safe. No one can find it.

I do hope there's something you can do to help poor Golena. There's simply no reason for this madness!

Greetings, I am Tadera Andules. Are you an acquaintance of Golena Sadri? If so, perhaps you'll have better luck talking to her than we have...

No offense, but I don't have anything else to say to you. Don't want to get into any more trouble than I already am. You'd better go.

Funny how this all turned out, isn't it? Never thought I'd end up here. Well, at least we're safe from Dovor. He got in the way when we tried to leave, so I had to take him down. I'm better off this way. At least, I think so... Oh, and your name never came up. I talked to Felvan ahead of time, and made sure of that. So, I guess it's all over.

Dovor! NO! I'll skin you alive, %PCRace!

Look, there's nothing to say. Might as well just leave me alone.

Well, we did it. Turned ourselves in. Yup. And we didn't say anything about you, so you're not in trouble or nothing. *sigh* Dovor didn't like it, and he got mad. Olvyne hit him real hard, and we ran when he fell down. I hope his head doesn't hurt too bad. Oh, well. I guess there's nothing left to say.

You....you killed Dovor! I'll get you!

Shunari has thanked brave %PCName for helping, and for killing evil Gedna Relvel. But now Shunari must go.

Has brave %PCName defeated Gedna Relvel?

Ahh. Shunari feels much better. And now Shunari will tell %PCName all about Gedna Relvel.

Good %PCName has returned! Is %PCName here to help Shunari?

Why has %PCName killed guard? Now Shunari will be blamed! Shunari only meant to knock guard out, not kill him!

Please hurry. Shunari is weak, and needs to be cured. She cannot go upstairs, or else guards will see her and take her to prison. Shunari is not safe here, and will meet %PCName in Temple Gardens instead.

Shunari must speak with %PCName! She has seen things, oh yes, things that %PCName needs to know! Quickly, before guard wakes up!

You again! Gah! I've rid myself of the others; none of you will get it! It's mine, I tell you, all mine!

OW! Vicious thug! I'll get you! I'll..... I'm getting out of here!

I won't forget you. Get out of my sight!

Oh, it's YOU. What, have you come to run me completely out of business?

Welcome, %PCRace, welcome! The best deals in all of Mournhold can be found here. Low prices every day, and special offers as well! Please, take your time and look through my wares.

No time to talk, %PCRace. Excuse me.

Hello, %PCName. Is this about the Estate Sale again?

Hello, %PCName. I hope the dagger has been of use to you, or has been some comfort in Sandas' absence.

Oh, hello there. I'm terribly busy right now, trying to get everything organized for the Estate Sale.

I'll have nothing further to do with you, %PCRace. You are a liar, and most likely a thief as well. Now remove yourself from my home, lest I summon the guards to deal with you!

Yes? Is this about the Estate Sale? I'm not quite ready for it yet, you see.

Hello. If you're here about the Estate Sale, I'm afraid a date hasn't been set yet.

It seems you're the only one with any reason around here, %PCName.

They won't let me in! I'm sick man, and the bastards WON'T LET ME IN!

CHAPPY: Tribunal Dialogs Above

So. She has sent you for me. Now YOU are Her favorite. How convenient. Whichever of us dies... she will be well pleased. And if both of us die, so much the better. Well, I am content. Perhaps this is how it was meant to end. I ask the forgiveness of all the gods and spirits -- whoever they may be. And you, too, might make your peace with your gods, because at least one of us will not live to see another sunset.

I do not want company. Go away.

You! You killed my mother!

You! You killed my father!

I'm true to my word. I said I would not discuss King Helseth in 'The Common Tongue'. That's what you wanted, and that's what you've got. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do....

I said you could go. So go. But I warn you -- don't touch anything here, and don't interfere with myself or my colleagues, or you will not leave here alive. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do....

Well. I must say, you've done your research. You've located Granny Varis and Gee-Pop Varis. I value truth -- but I value the lives of my parents more highly. Very well. I will not discuss King Helseth in 'The Common Tongue'. You have my word. And now, if you'll excuse me, we'll have to relocate immediately, now that the secret of our office is spoiled.

Hmm. You are a shrewd judge of character. I am a man of principle, and will not hold my common tongue for a payment of gold. But I know what benefits gold can do if it is used in a good cause. Very well. I will not discuss King Helseth in 'The Common Tongue'. You have my word. And I'll take your 3000 gold, and will contribute it to the Widows and Orphans Fund. And now, if you'll excuse me, we'll have to relocate immediately, now that the secret of our office is spoiled.

And you don't HAVE 3000 gold right now? I suppose you plan to get it to me 'right away'? Why don't I trust you? Well, thank you for your generous offer, but I'm afraid not. The only way to be sure of preserving our secret is to seal your lips -- permanently. I regret the loss of life -- but it is the risk you run when you break into someone's secret office.

You are not a very good judge of character. I am a man of principle, and will not hold my common tongue for a payment of gold. And of course if I kill you first, I preserve the secret of my hidden office. The choice is easy.

Of course you're right. And of course if I kill you first, I preserve the secret of my hidden office. The choice is easy.

I know you by reputation, %PCName. You've done some remarkable things. Very well. You may go. I'd like to preserve our secret office... but I won't kill you to do it. Oh, well. Since our offices are no longer secret, we'll have to relocate immediately. But don't touch anything here, and don't interfere with myself or my colleagues, or you will not leave here alive.

I'm afraid not. The only way to be sure of preserving our secret is to seal your lips -- permanently. I regret the loss of life -- but it is the risk you run when you break into someone's secret office.

'Honest.' So you expect me to trust you? My experiences with trusting adventurers like you have been disappointing in the past. But... this time, you may go. I'd like to preserve our secret office... but I won't kill you to do it. Just go... and keep your mouth shut.

Congratulations. You have produced an original and entertaining excuse. Completely unbelievable, of course, but none the worse for that. Never heard a believable excuse before, anyway. Very well. You may go. I'd like to preserve our secret office... but I won't kill you to do it. Oh, well. Since our offices are no longer secret, we'll have to relocate immediately. But don't touch anything here, and don't interfere with myself or my colleagues, or you will not leave here alive.

Congratulations. You have produced an original and entertaining excuse. Completely unbelievable, of course, but none the worse for that. Never heard a believable excuse before, anyway. Very well. You may go. I'd like to preserve our secret office... but I won't kill you to do it. Just go... and keep your mouth shut.

I see. You've made a serious mistake. I don't approve of your trade -- but I understand that a desperate person -- or imprudently greedy person -- may turn his hand to crime without being truly evil. Very well. You may go. I'd like to preserve our secret office... but I won't kill you to do it. Oh, well. Since our offices are no longer secret, we'll have to relocate immediately. But don't touch anything here, and don't interfere with myself or my colleagues, or you will not leave here alive.

I see. You've made a serious mistake. I don't approve of your trade -- but I understand that a desperate person -- or imprudently greedy person -- may turn his hand to crime without being truly evil. Very well. You may go. I'd like to preserve our secret office... but I won't kill you to do it. Just go... and keep your mouth shut.

I haven't printed lies about King Helseth in 'The Common Tongue'. I've only printed the truth. And I intend to keep on printing the truth in 'The Common Tongue' -- unless you think you can stop me.

I haven't printed lies about King Helseth in 'The Common Tongue'. I've only printed the truth. And I intend to keep on printing the truth in 'The Common Tongue' -- unless you think you can stop me.

What are you doing here? And may I suggest you make your answer very clear, because this office and what we do here is a well-kept-secret. And we wish to keep it a secret, even if it means that you do not leave her alive.

What are you doing here? And may I suggest you make your answer very clear, because this office and what we do here is a well-kept-secret. And we wish to keep it a secret, even if it means that you do not leave her alive.

All the trees and plants, tended lawns and paths, are hymns of praise to Almalexia's name. It's humble work, sera, but I'm very proud of it.

This temple is clean as Almalexia's conscience, sera. And mind you keep it that way.

Talk to the boss. I'm just hired help.

Don't talk to me. Talk to the boss. We just work here. But don't try anything funny, or we'll settle with you the hard way.

I have nothing to say. You want to talk, talk to Varis.

Hello there. I suppose you've come to trade, and that's fine with me. Azura knows there's little else in the world worth doing. None of the rest of it matters... adventuring, fame, women. It's all pointless.

If you're here to offer your respects, speak to Ravani Llethan, the king's widow.

Murderer! Take that!

If you're here to offer your respects, speak to Ravani Llethan, the king's widow.

Thank you for visiting with me in my time of grief.

Leave me alone with my grief.

What do you want?

But... I don't understand. Is something the matter?

I am Forven Berano. But I don't see how that matters to you.

Murderer! Take that!

Your killing of one of my Royal Guards is a matter to be resolved according to the law. But regardless of the law, I refuse to have anything further to do with you.

Your killing of one of my Royal Guards is a matter to be resolved according to the law. But regardless of the law, I refuse to have anything further to do with you.

Your killing of one of my Royal Guards is a matter to be resolved according to the law. But regardless of the law, I refuse to have anything further to do with you.

Your killing of one of my Royal Guards is a matter to be resolved according to the law. But regardless of the law, I refuse to have anything further to do with you.

Your killing of one of my Royal Guards is a matter to be resolved according to the law. But regardless of the law, I refuse to have anything further to do with you.

Your killing of one of my Royal Guards is a matter to be resolved according to the law. But regardless of the law, I refuse to have anything further to do with you.

Your killing of one of my Royal Guards is a matter to be resolved according to the law. But regardless of the law, I refuse to have anything further to do with you.

Your killing of one of my Royal Guards is a matter to be resolved according to the law. But regardless of the law, I refuse to have anything further to do with you.

There are no more official matters to discuss. You are to report directly to the King himself.

I sent you to investigate the disturbance, and you reported your findings to Hler. Disappointing. I have no more official matters to discuss with you, but His Royal Highness King Hlaalu Helseth wishes to speak with you.

Well, have you been able to investigate the disturbance?

I understand you've reported this attack on the city to Fedris Hler. I agree you should investigate the disturbance in the ruins of Bamz-Amschend and seek out the source of the attacks. You may report your findings to me. This is really a matter for the Empire to deal with.

I have heard about the attack on the city, and I've dispatched guards to take care of it. Thank you for your report. You can help in another way. I'd like you to investigate the disturbance.

I'm the captain of King Helseth's Royal Guards. Is this an official matter? Or is there something else you want?

Yes, %PCName. Is this an official matter? Or is there something else you want?

[He looks you over slowly and deliberately.] Excuse me.

[He seems amused, but determined not to speak to you.] I said... EXCUSE ME.

If you have heard the latest rumors, perhaps someone of your abilities and experience could find it in your heart to help the community.

Give to the Temple, and receive the blessings of Almalexia.

I have delivered my message. Now I can be at peace.

Stranger! Listen! I have a message I must tell you!

You killed Variner's Ghost? How could you? Now I will never know what message he might have given me!

Thank you, %PCName. It can't console me for my loss, but you have set Variner Areloth's spirit to rest.

Beware the Black Dart gang, adventurer. They've robbed me of everything I hold dear.

KEN: Tribunal Dialogs Above

Forget it. I'll never work for you again.

I quit! I warned you! I told you I work for profit, and I won't be robbed! I'll never work for you again!

I'm badly wounded. Heal me, or let's get some rest so I can get back to full health. Is there anything else on your mind? Do you want to change the plan? Or were you thinking you'd like to improve my effectiveness?

I'm wounded. Heal me, or let's get some rest so I can get back to full health. Is there anything else on your mind? Do you want to change the plan? Or were you thinking you'd like to improve my effectiveness?

I like a little workout, %PCName. But I'm wounded, and you want to keep me at full health. Is there anything else on your mind? Do you want to change the plan? Or were you thinking you'd like to improve my effectiveness?

What do you need, %PCName? Do you want to change the plan? Or were you thinking you'd like to improve my effectiveness?

Hello again, %PCName. As you can see, I'm once again available for hire.

I'm badly wounded. Heal me, or let's get some rest so I can get back to full health. Is there anything else on your mind? Do you want to change the plan? Or were you thinking you'd like to improve my effectiveness?

I'm wounded. Heal me, or let's get some rest so I can get back to full health. Is there anything else on your mind? Do you want to change the plan? Or were you thinking you'd like to improve my effectiveness?

I like a little workout, %PCName. But I'm wounded, and you want to keep me at full health. Is there anything else on your mind? Do you want to change the plan? Or were you thinking you'd like to improve my effectiveness?

What do you need, %PCName? Do you want to change the plan? Or were you thinking you'd like to improve my effectiveness?

If you're looking for someone to watch your back, I'm available for hire.

Can't talk now, %PCRace. I'm waiting for someone.

I'm sorry, but I'm very busy. I don't have time to talk.

Hey, %PCName. I saw you talking to Felvan. The two of you looked pretty cozy. What's going on? You're not scared or something, are you?

Look %PCName, our business is done. We don't really have a reason to keep talking. So if you have something to say, say it to Dovor.

So? Did you find Bels Uvenim?

Dovor said to see me? Well, err, he said... I mean, there's this guy, and I'm supposed to ask for.. I mean, I want his stuff, right? Dovor says you can get it. I don't want to know anything more than that. Go find Bels Uvenim and get his spear and his helmet. He's probably hanging around the Temple. That's it.

Look, I'm not in charge. Talk to Dovor, okay?

We're friends, right? Well, just between friends, I'm a little bit scared.

Hi again, %PCName. I don't think there's anything else I'm supposed to say to you. So I guess you'd better go talk to Dovor.

Oh, hey. You were doing something for me, right? Oh yeah. That. Have you found Elanande yet?

Dovor said to talk to me? Oh.. Umm... well, if he thinks I should get some new stuff, then maybe I should. I know that Elanande has some real nice equipment. I like that robe of hers, and one time I saw the axe she has. Looks really pretty. Hmm. Dovor said she doesn't deserve them, and that they'd be better for me than her. Dovor's always right, you know.

Dovor is in charge. You'd better talk to him.

You kill my companions, and expect civil conversation? You scum!

You kill my companions, and expect civil conversation? You scum!

I told you not to come back, didn't I? I'm afraid I can't tolerate this disrespect, %PCName.

Hello, %PCName. I see you've accomodated Olvyne's wishes. Nicely done. Now, if you could assist us one last time, we'd be most thankful.

Well then, %PCName. You were able to get what Felvan needed? Excellent. You're certainly welcome to continue to assist us, if you wish.

Ah, %PCName. Our comrade in arms, our ally in the fight for freedom!

You've no business being here, %PCRace. I suggest you turn around, go out the way you came in, and forget you ever saw us.

This weather is odd, but nothing to be concerned about. Go about your business.

This weather is odd, but nothing to be concerned about. Go about your business.

This weather will pass. The goddess will protect us. Move along.

Ashstorms here in Mournhold! Why has Almalexia not done anything about this? She must make it end!

Ashstorms here in Mournhold! Surely the goddess will protect us from this!

This weather is awful! I don't know how the Bazaar is staying open!

I can't believe these ashstorms! I've heard of them on the island, but not here in Mournhold! How can this be?

Ashstorms here in the city? How can this happen? This isn't Vvardenfell! Something must be done quickly!

These storms are odd, but it will pass. There is no cause for alarm.

I'm certain this weather will clear up soon. There is no reason to panic.

I'm certain this weather will clear up soon. There is no reason to panic.

This weather is unbelievable. What can it mean? This isn't supposed to happen here! Not again!

I can't believe these ashstorms! I've heard of them on the island, but not here in Mournhold! Why does this keep happening?

New theories, you say? Let me see the book you speak of. Hmmm.... Could this be? Is it possible the entrance to Sovngarde lie right before me all along? It makes so much sense! %PCName, you've done it! You've found the way to Sovngarde! All I need to do is die valiantly in combat! But how.... I know! You, %PCName! You must help me! You must defeat me in armed combat and send my soul to Sovngarde! Tell me, will you honor me with a fight to the death?

Ah, a visitor. And an Elf, no less. In my youth I would have hewn you like an oak, and bathed in your invader blood. But that was a long time ago, and the years have mellowed my mood. In any event, it's been quite a while since I've had any company. I'm afraid I don't have much to offer a guest...unless, of course, you've come to hear a barbarian's sad tale.

Ah, a visitor. And an Elf, no less. In my youth I would have hewn you like an oak, and bathed in your invader blood. But that was a long time ago, and the years have mellowed my mood. In any event, it's been quite a while since I've had any company. I'm afraid I don't have much to offer a guest...unless, of course, you've come to hear a barbarian's sad tale.

Welcome back, %PCName. I hope Solstheim has been treating you well. So tell me...have you managed to locate the entrance to Sovngarde? Ha! Of course you haven't! I searched for five hundred years and never succeeded! You know, there's a part of me that feels Sovngarde doesn't even exist....

Ah, a visitor. And an Elf, no less. In my youth I would have hewn you like an oak, and bathed in your invader blood. But that was a long time ago, and the years have mellowed my mood. In any event, it's been quite a while since I've had any company. I'm afraid I don't have much to offer a guest...unless, of course, you've come to hear a barbarian's sad tale.

*cough!* %PCName... *gasp!* You...you did it... You defeated me! *gasp!* You have... *cough* opened the gates to...to Sovngarde! *gasp!* I...I can see them before me.... My brothers...my brothers are there! *cough!* I must go now, my friend. *cough!* Go...go to Brodir Grove. If I can... *gasp!* ...I will return to you there. I will.... *gasp!* ...reward you for...for everything! Must go...now... *cough!* I'm coming, my comrades! *cough!* I'm cccooo..... *gasp!*

Ah, a visitor. It's been quite a while since I've had any company, friend. I'm afraid I don't have much to offer a guest...unless, of course, you've come to hear a barbarian's sad tale.

%PCName, I...I wasn't sure you'd return. Tell me...have you come to accept my offer, and engage me in a fight to the death?

Welcome back, %PCName. I hope Solstheim has been treating you well. So tell me...have you managed to locate the entrance to Sovngarde? Ha! Of course you haven't! I searched for five hundred years and never succeeded! You know, there's a part of me that feels Sovngarde doesn't even exist....

I have been waiting for you, %PCName. The hour of battle is upon us. I hope you are well prepared to engage such a worthy foe as myself. I have roamed the land for five hundred years, leaving death in my wake. And although I have been brought to the brink of death on more than one occasion, still I live. It is my hope, %PCName, that you are my match, and will send my soul racing to Sovngarde. Now, we test our mettle! To arms!

Hail, %PCClass. Svenja Snow-Song is my name. We welcome guests here at Thirsk, so long as they behave themselves. Respect my home and my clan, and we'll get along just fine. Normally I'd tell outsiders to stay clear of Erich the Unworthy, but I see that won't be necessary now, will it?

Good to see you again, %PCName. I hope our fair island is treating you well enough.

Lead on, %PCName. The undead beast roams the halls of the Valbrandr Barrow.

Hello, %PCName. I was just going over my notes. I'm here on Solstheim doing some research, you see.

Hello, dear %PCName. It is so cold outside! Come in and warm yourself. Maybe a nap would help restore your strength?

%PCName, you have returned. I'd ask if you have extracted wergild from Sigvatr the Strong, but I know that is too much to hope for.

I'm sorry, %PCName, but I'm not in the best of spirits. As you know, my Gustav was murdered and I seek wergild as compensation for his death.

Please leave me be, %PCRace. I don't mean to be rude, but I've suffered the loss of my son, and don't want company right now.

You again. What do you want?

Ask your questions but be quick, %PCClass. I'm quite busy with the moon sugar investigation.

%PCName, you've returned. The fact that you're not carrying a white Colovian fur helm leads me to believe that the moon sugar poisoner is still at large. Please hurry. If one more person is victimized by this scoundrel, it could mean my job. And that would make me most unhappy.

%PCName! Do my eyes deceive me, or is that a white Colovian fur helm? Then the deed is done. The moon sugar poisoner has been brought to justice. Excellent work. The Imperial Legion will not forget you, or your assistance. Here, please take this gold as a symbol of our thanks.

%PCName! Do my eyes deceive me, or is that a white Colovian fur helm? Then the deed is done. The moon sugar poisoner has been brought to justice. Excellent work. You have done a great service to me, the Legion, and the Empire itself. Take this gold as payment for a job well done. And I would also give you another reward, as a symbol of my personal thanks. This shortsword has served me well, and you'll find its enchantments will help rally others to your cause.

Hail, %PCName! How can I help you, my brother-in-arms?

Hail, %PCName! How can I help you, my sister-in-arms?

Hail, %PCName! How can I help you, my friend?

He he! Ha ha! Can it be? A visitor in my workshop? How can I help you, sweet %PCName? I have candy treats to spare, if you come in search of happiness!

Ha ha! What's this? Why it's little %PCName, come to pay Uncle Sweetshare a visit! I've been a good boy, %PCName! I promise! He he he he he!

%PCName! You did it! By helping me die valiantly you showed my soul the way to Sovngarde! My friends -- Hunroor, Erlendr, and Nikulas -- have been waiting for me. I told them of your willingness to help me, and recounted our glorious battle! The four of us wish to give you a reward fitting of such a warrior. So, we give you a piece of ourselves. Lay your hands on a stone, and you will receive that warrior's greatest attribute! Now farewell, my friend! Sovngarde awaits!

Hello, stranger. I don't see many sightseers out here. The cold and horkers drive most people away. Me, I just come here to watch the sea. I used to be a ship captain, you know. But that was before...before that night at sea.

I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood for visitors right now. Just look at this mess, %PCCLass. Do you see what that foul draugr has done? He has ruined my dwelling and stolen away my only friend.

%PCClass, you've returned! Oh, I see you haven't found Oddfrid White-Lip. I do hope the draugrs haven't proved too much for you. My nights are especially lonely without Oddfrid's sweet voice to keep me company. You should hear her joke about the Khajiit fishmonger...now THAT'S a good one! Anyway, when you rescue Oddfrid, please return to me. Now, as you can see, my dwelling is still in shambles, and there's a lot of cleaning left to do. Goodbye.

%PCClass, you've returned! And you've found Oddfrid! Yes, I know...Oddfrid is a skull. She was a skull when I first found her, but she does talk to me. I hear her voice inside my head. I would have told you the truth, but I didn't want you to think I was crazy. So tell me, %PCName -- do you want me to tell your future? Or perhaps I should first remove Thormoor's curse of eternal wakefulness?

So, Kolfinna is seeking wergild for the death of her husband, eh? Never! Pinetear has been in my family for generations and will be for generations to come. Besides, Gustav got what he had coming.

Leave me, %PCName. I'm am busy watching the mighty sea, waiting to die.

%PCName, you have returned. What is this you say? Geilir the Mumbling is dead? No...no.... With his death, my curse will never be lifted. Once all I had was hope -- now even that is lost. Leave me. I will remain on this rock until the end of my days. For what else can I do?

Hello, %PCName. I have to admit, I didn't expect to see you again. The fact that I'm still exhausted but am unable to sleep tells me you were unable to convince Geilir the Mumbling to remove my curse of eternal wakefulness. Maybe someday I'll be able to rest. Someday....

%PCName! You did it! You spoke with Geilir, got him to remove his curse! I know this because I can barely stay on my feet! I'm ready to fall asleep, my friend! Do you hear me? Fall asleep! Ha ha! I need to lie down.... %PCName, you have done me an incredible service, and I would like to return the favor. But not just yet. First, I must sleep. Meet me in my room at the Thirsk mead hall, and I will give you your due, after I've had a chance to get some rest.

Please, %PCName, let me go and rest. Meet me at Thirsk and I will give you your reward then, after I have had time to sleep.

%PCName! I've had some time to rest, and am ready to grant your reward. As a sea captain, I discovered many hidden places, one of which is an ancient barrow called Gyldenhul. It lies on a small island off the northeast coast of Solstheim, not too far from here, actually. The barrow is loaded with riches, and I want you to have it all. Take this key -- the door is heavily locked. Oh, and I'll mark the dungeon on your map. Now, I must get back to sleep. Thanks again!

Hello, my friend. *Yawn!* I hope you're doing well. If you haven't already, make sure you go to Gyldenhul and collect its riches. Me, I'm going to get some more sleep.

%PCClass, you've returned! And you've found Oddfrid! Yes, I know...Oddfrid is a skull. She was a skull when I first found her, but she does talk to me. I hear her voice inside my head. I would have told you the truth, but I didn't want you to think I was crazy. So tell me, %PCName -- do you want me to tell your future?

Hello again, %PCClass. It seems we still have some unfinished business. If I'm not mistaken, there's something you want from me.

Hello again, %PCClass. It seems we still have some unfinished business. If I'm not mistaken, there's something you want from me.

Hail, traveler. I'd tell you about my wares, but by now you're probably well aware of my craftsmanship. My weapons are unmatched, and I make a lot of the fine bear and wolf armor that many of Solstheim's Nords are so fond of. I must admit, though, I'm growing weary of patching together the same old wolf and bear pelts. In truth, I long to test my abilities and make some custom fur armor, using the pelts of Solstheim's more exotic animals.

Greetings, %PCName. My name is Bereditte Jastal. Perhaps you'd like to buy one of my books? I'm a bookseller by trade, but my real passion is writing. I recently finished two scholarly works, Thirsk, a History and Sovngarde, a Reexamination. I have copies of both for sale, among others.

Hail, %PCClass. Svenja Snow-Song is my name. We welcome guests here at Thirsk, so long as they behave themselves. Respect my home and my clan, and we'll get along just fine. One word of advice, though -- stay clear of Erich the Unworthy. He's more trouble than he's worth.

He...he came to the mead hall and killed...killed everyone he could! There was no warning! My clan fought bravely, but they were no match. I rained arrows upon the beast, and finally drove him off. But he'll be back! It all happened so quickly. We were just standing here, enjoying our mead and the warmth of the fire, when he struck. Never have I seen a creature so savage. If I didn't know better, I'd say the monster that did this was the Udyrfrykte, but how could that be?

My goodness, is everything all right downstairs? I heard screaming, and the sounds of battle! I would have gone down to investigate, but I'm much more of an observer than a participant, if you get my meaning. I'm a bookseller by trade, but my real passion is writing. The Solstheim Nords are my area of expertise, you might say. I recently finished two scholarly works -- Thirsk, a History and Sovngarde, a Reexamination. I have copies of both for sale, among others.

Hello, my friend. *Yawn!* I hope you're doing well. If you haven't already, make sure you go to Gyldenhul and collect its riches. Me, I'm going to get some more sleep. I'll try, anyway. Not easy with all the screaming and banging going on downstairs! My kinsfolk do love their ale!

Why have you returned, %PCClass? Have you finally accepted that the beast must be stopped, and it is your destiny to do so?

I'm sorry, %PCClass, but none may enter the mead hall while.... You...you hold the Heart of the Udyrfrykte! Can this be? You have slain the fell beast? By the gods, you truly are a warrior worthy of song! Give the heart to me, then. I will make ready the mead hall, and when the debris of battle has been cleared the Heart of the Udyrfryte will be placed on the pedestal of Thirsk. There is but one more task you must complete before being named chieftain.

Hail, %PCClass! You say you have slain the Uderfrykte? I wish to believe you, but what have you claimed as a battle trophy? I need to see some part of the beast as proof of your victory. Bring me the heart! Yes, the heart of that foul beast will show all of Solstheim that the ancient evil lives and breathes no longer.

I have the Heart of the Udyrfrykte, %PCClass, and will place it on the pedestal of Thirsk as soon as the mead hall has been repaired. But you have not yet received the blessing of Hrothmund the Red. I know this, for the chill air whispers to me. It speaks to me of sorrow and death. If Hrothmund chooses to bless you, I will sense it in the wind. I will know there is hope for Thirsk.

You have pledged to slay the Udyrfrykte, %PCClass. Search the creature's lair on the eastern shore of Lake Fjalding, just to the west of here.

*Yawn!* Ah, hello, my friend. You are well, I hope? I've been trying to get some sleep, but it's not easy out here in the cold. Thirsk is closed for repairs, so I've lost my bed. The Udyrfrykte did quite a lot of damage. The mead hall will stay closed, too, unless someone is strong enough to claim the chieftain's throne. I'd do it myself, but I'm too damned tired to bother.

%PCName! I've had some time to rest, and am ready to grant your reward. As a sea captain, I discovered many hidden places, one of which is a magnificent ice dungeon called Gyldenhul. It lies on a small island off the northeast coast of Solstheim, not too far from here, actually. The dungeon is loaded with riches, and I want you to have it all. Take this key -- the door is heavily locked. Oh, and I'll mark the dungeon on your map. Now I must get back to sleep. Thanks again!

My goodness, I feel so silly wearing this bear armor. I know, I look quite ridiculous. But at least it will keep me warm while I'm outside waiting for Thirsk to reopen. I'm not a Nord, you see. I'm a Breton. I'm a bookseller by trade, but my real passion is writing. The Solstheim Nords are my area of expertise, you might say. I recently finished two scholarly works -- Thirsk, a History and Sovngarde, a Reexamination. I have copies of both for sale, among others.

It was horrible, %PCName! I had finally found someone interested in my custom snow bear armor and snow wolf armor. We were talking about prices, when suddenly this hideous black beast came up from the ice lake. It...it killed my customer! Then it went inside the mead hall! I heard screaming...sounds of battle! Then the thing came out again, pierced with arrows! It headed back toward the lake but first it came back for my customer and dragged off his body!

All hail %PCName, the new chieftain of Thirsk! My lord, I can provide you with something fitting of your new position. Provided with enough gold and the right materials, I can make sets of custom snow bear armor and snow wolf armor worthy of a chieftain.

Use whatever magicka you used to get in here and get out! The mead hall is closed! We've got a lot of work to do and don't need you in our way. If you can't use your fancy spells then maybe you can just squeeze out through the main doors. They're boarded up on the other side to prevent people like you from getting in, but I think you can make it through. Now get going, before I get nasty!

Use whatever magicka you used to get in here and get out! The mead hall is closed! We've got a lot of work to do and don't need you in our way. If you can't use your fancy spells then maybe you can just squeeze out through the main doors. They're boarded up on the other side to prevent people like you from getting in, but I think you can make it through. Now get going, before I get nasty!

Use whatever magicka you used to get in here and get out! The mead hall is closed! We've got a lot of work to do and don't need you in our way. If you can't use your fancy spells then maybe you can just squeeze out through the main doors. They're boarded up on the other side to prevent people like you from getting in, but I think you can make it through. Now get going, before I get nasty!

My thanks for escorting me back to the Imperial Cult Shrine! If you haven't already, make sure you talk to Jeleen. He'll want to reward you for your duty.

Do you want me to wait here, or should we travel together back to the Imperial Cult Shrine at Fort Frostmoth?

Should we travel together back to the Imperial Cult Shrine at Fort Frostmoth?

So, no luck in finding Mirisa, %PCName? I'm telling you she's out there. Try the Skaal Village or that mead hall. Maybe they've seen her.

By the Nine Divines, you rescued my Mirisa! Please take this gold. I know it's not much, but it's all we have in our coffers. I wish I could give more. Mirisa is invaluable, to me and the Imperial Cult.

Thanks once again for rescuing Mirisa, %PCName.

My...my Mirisa is dead? No! It...it cannot be! Oh, why have the Divines forsaken me? Mirisa was so young, so innocent! %PCName...I thank you for relaying this information, tragic as it may be. I'm sure you did everything in your power to help my love. Please, take this gold as payment for your services. Now if you don't mind, I wish to be alone.

You...you need services? Oh, oh yes, of course....

Hail, %PCName. Have you come to order a piece of custom snow wolf armor or snow bear armor?

Thank you again for helping my family. Tell my father I will return to him one day, and make him proud.

Hello, mighty chieftain of Thirsk! The mead hall is better than ever under your leadership. I still have works to sell, if you're interested.

Hello, my lady! I have a gift for you...just a little something. I've written a revised edition of my history of Thirsk, and would like for you to have the first copy. It chronicles your valiant battle against the Udyrfrykte, and adds you to the list of chieftains. May you rule over Thirsk for years to come!

Hello, my lord! I have a gift for you...just a little something. I've written a revised edition of my history of Thirsk, and would like for you to have the first copy. It chronicles your valiant battle against the Udyrfrykte, and adds you to the list of chieftains. May you rule over Thirsk for years to come!

It is so good to see you again, %PCName. Thanks to you, I am able to resume my duties here at the Imperial Cult Shrine. I have potions and spells for sale. Some will help potect against the brutal cold, and others can cure the disease carried by some of Solstheim's native fauna.

We know that Hircine has tasked you, %PCName. Until you have done your master's bidding, the ritual may not proceed.

We know that Hircine has tasked you, %PCName. Until you have done your master's bidding, the ritual may not proceed.

We know that Hircine has tasked you, %PCName. Until you have done your master's bidding, the ritual may not proceed.

Congratulations, %PCName. You have survived the Rite of the Wolf Giver and have been cured of your lycanthropy. Never again will you turn into a werewolf, and never again will you contract the disease.

There is nothing more I can do, %PCName! You must kill the werewolf to cure your lycanthropy!

Yes! Yes! There is just one last step, %PCName. I must now recite the final incantation.... [The Witch of Glenmoril Wyrd utters another series of arcane, unintelligible words.] Behold, the innocent lives again! The woman has been given a part of your lycanthropy! Kill the werewolf, and your curse will be ended forever! He he he he he he he he he he!

Put the Heart of the Wolf inside the innocent's corpse! Do it now! He he he he he he he he he he!

That's it! Now, I will pour the Glenmoril brew over the innocent's heart. The heart must get wet...soaked. Yes, there we go. Now, to recite the proper incantation.... [The Witch of Glenmoril Wyrd utters a long, shrieking series of arcane words. The heart pulses in her hand, as if infused with new life.] There! It is done! The heart has been properly bewitched. Now, place it back in the corpse of the innocent. Do this, and then speak with me again. You are almost free of your curse. Almost....

Kill the innocent! Bring me her heart! Do this, or you shall be cursed to walk the earth as a werewolf for all time!

Greetings, %PCName. The Rite of the Wolf Giver is almost complete. Behold the innocent on the Altar of Thrond. Beautiful, isn't she? One of the locals, a very nice specimen. She still lives, but barely. Your next step is simple. You must kill the innocent, remove her heart, and bring it to me. There is a dagger on the altar, but any weapon will do. Did I not tell you the Rite of the Wolf Giver requires the sacrifice of both innocence and flesh? He he he he he he he he he he!

You've already brought me the petals of the wolfsbane flower, %PCName. Now please, I have much work to do. The brew is delicate. One wrong miscalculation and you may end up turning into a warthog every night. We wouldn't want that, now would we?

Ah, %PCName, you have returned, and with the petals of the wolfsbane flower. Very impressive. The petals will be added to the cauldron, and infuse our brew with the essence of the wolf. I see you have also completed my sister Isobel's task as well. Excellent. Speak now with Ettiene to learn what you must do next.

Ah, %PCName, you have returned, and with the petals of the wolfsbane flower. Very impressive. The petals will be added to the cauldron, and infuse our brew with the essence of the wolf. Remember, you must also complete my sister Isobel's task as well before talking to Ettiene.

Return to me when you have obtained the petals of the wolfsbane flower.

In order for the Rite of the Wolf Giver to proceed, my sisters and I need the petals of a wolfsbane flower. Wolfsbane is rare, and grows on Solstheim in only one place. You must go to the southern end of the Moesring Mountains, to the top of Hvitkald Peak. There you will find a single wolfsbane flower in bloom. Retrieve the petals of this wolfsbane flower and return them to me. Take this Rising Force Potion. You may need it to reach the peak.

Speak first with our sister Etienne. She is the point of the dagger. The piercing of body and mind begins with her.

You have already brought me the ripened belladonna berries, %PCName. I must add them to the brew, yes. Did you know that belladonna is also referred to as deadly nightshade? When properly prepared, it is one of the deadliest posions in existence! He he he he he he he he he he he he he he!

You have brought me a bunch of ripened belladonna berries. Well done, %PCName. The berries will be added to our cauldron, and sweeten the brew with the flavor of death. I see you have also completed my sister Fallaise's task as well. Excellent. Speak now with Ettiene to learn what you must do next.

You have brought me a bunch of ripened belladonna berries. Well done, %PCName. The berries will be added to our cauldron, and sweeten the brew with the flavor of death. Remember, you must also complete my sister Fallaise's task as well before talking to Ettiene.

Return to me when you have obtained a single bunch of ripened belladonna berries.

The Rite of the Wolf Giver requires one bunch of ripened belladonna berries. Unripened berries won't do, I'm afraid. You can find ripened belladonna berries on belladonna plants that grow near Solstheim's burial barrows, for they thrive on death. The Spriggan creatures have also been known to possess them, on occassion. When you have one bunch of ripened belladonna berries, return it to me.

Ah, you have spoken with Ettiene. Good. Now, speak with my sister Fallaise. When she has given you an errand, speak with me again, and I will do the same.

Speak first with our sister Etienne. She is the point of the dagger. The piercing of body and mind begins with her.

Meet me at the Altar of Thrond, %PCName. There we will continue the Rite of the Wolf Giver.

So, you have completed your tasks for my sisters. Excellent. We will use those ingredients to concoct a certain potion. But it is not for drinking, no, no. It is for something...else. Meet me at the Altar of Thrond and I will tell you what you must do next. Certain preparations have already been made. The cure is within your grasp, %PCName, but the final and most difficult steps lie ahead.

Complete the two errands for my sisters Isobel and Fallaise. When you have done this, return to me.

Complete the two errands for my sisters Isobel and Fallaise. When you have done this, return to me.

Complete the two errands for my sisters Isobel and Fallaise. When you have done this, return to me.

Your cure begins here, %PCName. The Rite of the Wolf Giver is a complex ritual of dark magicka, requring the sacrifice of both flesh and innocence. My sisters and I will begin the preparations, but there are certain items that must be gathered. My sisters Isobel and Fallaise will tell you what is needed. When you have completed your errands for them, come speak to me again.

An interesting choice. Most who are offered the lycanthropy cure take the opportunity, without question. Very well. If you find the burden of the wolf too much to bear, return to me here at the Altar of Thrond and ask once more for my help.

Fool! I offer you a chance at purity, a chance to rid you of your curse, and this is how I am repaid?! You shall know the power of the Witches of Glenmoril Wyrd!

Very well. You have chosen to cure your lycanthropy and forever end the call of the wolf within. The road before you is a difficult one, for ridding oneself of lycanthropy is not so easy as merely sipping a potion. But first, you must meet my sisters, and together we shall tell you of the Rite of the Wolf Giver. Come.

Greetings, %PCName. Does my form surprise you? As a witch of Glenmoril Wyrd, I have the ability to change my shape as suits my needs. But then, you know something of shapechanging, don't you? That is why the Coven has come here to Solstheim. We have been watching events unfold, and are well aware that lycanthropy is spreading. For some this is a blessing. For others a curse. For those who wish, we offer a cure, one that forever stops the change into wolf form. Does such a thing interest you?

Hail, friend! I hope you find our mead hall to your liking. If you're tired, grab a bedroll and go to sleep. We don't stand on ceremony here at Thirsk. We live like family, as it should be!

Hail, good %PCName! Skjoldr Wolf-Runner is my name. I am the chieftain of Thirsk, and welcome you to our home. You'll not find a better mead hall anywhere, not even in Skyrim. For one hundred years Thirsk has withstood all manner of attack, from the snow and hail to those infernal Rieklings. But the mead hall still stands, and its hospitality is unmatched. Please, stay and relax. Enjoy our fine drink, and seek shelter from the cold. Here, my friend -- taste the nectar of Shor!

*Burp!* Arrgghh! Welcome to Thirshk, %PCRace! The mead is a shpecial blend, imported all the way from... *Burp!* Shkyrim! Drink up!

*Burp!* Welcome to Thirshk, my friend! It'sh alwaysh great to shee a new Nord fashe! The mead is a shpecial blend, imported all the way from... *Burp!* Shkyrim! Drink up!

Hail, stranger. I am Ulfrun, and I welcome you to the mead hall of Thirsk. So long as you behave yourself, we'll get along just fine. If you want to buy some mead, just ask. If you haven't already I suggest you introduce yourself to Skjoldr Wolf-Runner. He's the chieftain of this mead hall, and will want to greet a new arrival.

*Burp!* Welcome to Thirshk, my friend! It'sh alwaysh great to shee a new Nord fashe! The mead is a shpecial blend, imported all the way from... *Burp!* Shkyrim! Drink up!

*Burp!* Arrgghh! Welcome to Thirshk, %PCRace! The mead is a shpecial blend, imported all the way from... *Burp!* Shkyrim! Drink up!

Please, stranger, help me! I'm being held prisoner by that disgusting Nord, Erich! I came to the mead hall to preach the way of the Nine Divines, and this is how I was repaid!

Maybe where you're from it's all right to enter someone's chambers and play with their things, but it's not all right around here! The missionary is MINE, understand? I knew you were trouble when I first laid eyes on ya! Now I'm going to have to teach you some manners!

Stranger, please help me! I was headed to the Imperial Cult Shrine at Fort Frostmoth when I lost my way. I entered this dungeon seeking shelter from the snow, but must return home. Can we travel together, with you acting as my escort?

Please, stranger, you must help me return home! May we travel together back to the Imperial Cult Shrine at Fort Frostmoth?

I know that Hrothmund has granted you his blessing, for I could feel it in the air. The heart of the Udyrfrykte has been placed on the pedestal for all to see. You, %PCName, are the new chieftain of Thirsk! Ruling the mead hall is great work, and I understand you may have business elsewhere. I offer to serve as your advisor and second-in-command, and will oversee the mead hall's affairs in your absence. Now, do we have any mead hall business to discuss? Or maybe you'd like to relax in your quarters?

Ha! Sorry, but you can't sneak up on me, %PCName! I'm a ghost, thanks to you! By helping me die valiantly you showed my soul the way to Sovngarde! My friends -- Hunroor, Erlendr, and Nikulas -- have been waiting for me. I told them of our glorious battle! The four of us wish to give you a reward fitting of such a warrior. So, we give you a piece of ourselves. Lay your hands on a stone, and you will receive that warrior's greatest attribute! Now farewell, my friend! Sovngarde awaits!

%PCName! I've had some time to rest, and am ready to grant your reward. As a sea captain, I discovered many hidden places, one of which is an ancient barrow called Gyldenhul. It lies on a small island off the northeast coast of Solstheim, not too far from here, actually. The barrow is loaded with riches, and I want you to have it all. Take this key -- the door is heavily locked. Oh, and I'll mark the dungeon on your map. Now, I must get back to sleep. Thanks again!

So, you've been sent by Thormoor Gray-Wave, have you? What's the matter, is the poor shipmaster feeling a bit fatigued? Does he wish he could get just a moment's rest? I can't say I blame him. Being cursed with eternal wakefulness can be rather unpleasant, or so I'd hoped.

Ah, hello there, %PCClass. My thanks again for your help.

Ah, hello there, %PCClass. My thanks again for your help.

Ha! That's the spirit, %PCName! But as you see, I'm already dead! By helping me die valiantly you showed my soul the way to Sovngarde! My friends -- Hunroor, Erlendr, and Nikulas -- have been waiting for me. I told them of our glorious battle! The four of us wish to give you a reward fitting of such a warrior. So, we give you a piece of ourselves. Lay your hands on a stone, and you will receive that warrior's greatest attribute! Now farewell, my friend! Sovngarde awaits!

Hello, %PCName. I heard you've been speaking to Severia Gratius about the moon sugar investigation. I'll do whatever I can to assist you, of course.

He he! Ha ha! Can it be? A visitor in my workshop? How can I help you, sweet %PCName? I have candy treats to spare, if you come in search of happiness! Oh, so you're here to ask me about the moon sugar investigation! I see, I see, he he he he he he!

Oh...oh, of course. I understand...understand completely...that is, you have my complete...total confidence.

The airship...crashed? Horrible, horrible...such a loss of time...and money! Oh, yes...yes...human life, too. Mustn't forget the crew...people, after all. Well...I am thankful...grateful really, that you've come to me with...um...with this information. But...ah...%PCName...you know, there's um...still the matter of the amulet, you see. I really must have...NEED, to be more accurate, the um...Amulet of Infectious Charm....

The...the amulet has been...found? You have actually recovered...and brought, to ME...the Amulet of Infectious Charm? Oh, how wonderful! %PCName, I am always...and I mean forever...in your debt! Here...please...take this gold. It's the very least...the smallest...thing I could do. You know, I do...that is, I am curious...to know what has happened to the...well, to the airship. After all, it did cost...I mean, a LOT of gold was invested....

The airship...crashed? Smashed...was dashed into the mountains? Horrible, horrible...such a loss of time...and money! Oh, yes...yes...human life, too. Mustn't forget the crew...people, after all. Well...I am thankful...grateful really, that you've come to me with...um...with this information. And...ah...incredible work with the finding...that is, the recovery...of, um...the Amulet of Infectious Charm..... My thanks, %PCName! Here, please...take...have this gold!

The...the amulet has been...found? You have actually recovered...and brought, to ME...the Amulet of Infectious Charm? Oh, how wonderful! %PCName, I am always...and I mean forever...in your debt! Here...please...take this gold. It's the very least...the smallest...thing I could do.

The airship...crashed? Smashed...was dashed into the mountains? Horrible, horrible...such a loss of time...and money! Oh, yes...yes...human life, too. Mustn't forget the crew...people, after all. Well...I am thankful...grateful really, that you've come to me with...um...with this information.

Oh...oh, of course. I understand...understand completely...that is, you have my complete...total confidence. I know it's just a...well...just a matter of time....

The airship...crashed? Horrible...such a loss of time...and money! Oh, yes...human life, too. So tragic. Well...I am...grateful really...that you've given me this information. But you know, there's um...still the matter of an amulet. The...Amulet of Infectious Charm.... It's what the...the crew was looking for. I'd pay for it.... Search in Hrothmund's Barrow. But...well...say the right name! "Ondjage!" The wolf! If you don't...well, the barrow will be sealed...forever!

Aha! %PCName, my old friend! Wonderful to *cough* see you again. Did I ever tell you how magnificently you *cough* performed your duties? Locating the airship, returning the *cough* amulet...simply marvelous. Thanks to you, Louis Beauchamp is an *cough* absolute lady killer! Blondes, brunettes, red heads -- I'll take 'em all...and they can't resist me! Ha! It's a shame I've got this *cough* fever. It's starting to slow me down! Well, got to run. I've got a *cough* hot date!

%PCName! You...you're here...and...well...I mean...you've returned! Have you...that is...do you know...what has happened to my...my airship?

%PCName! You...you're here...and...well...I mean...you've returned! What news?

%PCName! You...you're here...and...well...I mean...you've returned! What news?

%PCName! You...you're here...and...well...I mean...you've returned! What news?

%PCName! You...you're here...and...well...I mean...you've returned! What news?

%PCName! You...you're here...and...well...I mean...you've returned! What news? Have you...do you have...the Amulet of Infectious Charm?

Oh...um...hello...hi...that is...nice to know...um...meet you, %PCName. For a second I...I thought you were the courier...with a...a message...that is, with word of...um, my airship.

%PCName! You...you're here...and...well...I mean...you've returned! What news? Have you...do you have...the Amulet of Infectious Charm?

Oh...ah...%PCName. Back again...for more..um...great...I mean, interesting...well, maybe...nice..conversation, hmmm? You...you know...I still need someone...anyone, really...to help me find out where...that is, what happened to my...my airship...and help me get that...that amulet I need. I still fear that, well...that my crew has failed me.

Oh...um...hello...hi...that is...nice to know...um...meet you, %PCName. For a second I...I thought you were the courier...with a...a message...that is, with word of...um, my airship. Wait! Is..is that it? Up..there, in the sky..there! Oh...no, it's just a...um...a cliff racer. Ummm...ahhh...yes....ahem....

Oh, %PCName. Won...wonderful to see...I mean...that is to say...isn't the weather...um...not too harsh...well, I know, it's quite dreadful actually...and I...um.... Well, um...can I help you with something?

Stranger, I implore you. Can we travel together, with you acting as my escort? I must get back to the Cult shrine at Fort Frostmoth!

Please...please just let me go. I... You...you're not Erich.... Please, stranger, help me! I'm being held prisoner! Release me! Get me out of here!

%PCName, you old dog! What brings you back to Thirsk, the fine mead or the finer lasses? Ha!

Beautiful %PCName! It's been too long since my eyes took in your full splendor! How can I please ye today, lass?

Ah, fair %PCName. It's true, the women around here say my lips are sweeter than the mead of Thirsk. Have ye come to find out for yourself, lass?

Hail, %PCClass. Been enjoying our women as well as our mead, I hope!

Anything for a beautiful girl like you, %PCName. What can Big Erich do to help?

Ask your questions, but be quick, %PCClass. I'm a busy man.

Well well, aren't you a pretty little pup. What do you want? Speak up, wench -- I'm a busy man!

What do you want, twig?

I knew you'd be back, %PCName. It seems you women can never get enough of Big Erich.

%PCName. You're the last person I expected to see. Did you come to my house to witness the spectacle? To gaze upon Ingmar the Unfit, Ingmar the Weak, Ingmar the Untested? You robbed me of victory. Robbed me of my place among my people! Now, you come into my very home, to mock me? You shall pay for your treachery!

Um, oh, yes %PCRace? I'm sorry, I was just thinking of my boy Tymvaul....

If you need shrine services just ask, but be quick. I have an important Cult matter on my mind right now.

I have nothing more to say to you, %PCName. You have Pinetear. Give it to Kolfinna as payment of wergild, and leave me to my guilt.

Hello again, %PCName. I'm still looking to hire an explorer, if you're interested.

All right then. When you find something worthwhile, you know where to find me.

Hmmm.... Let me see.... No...no...wait...yes! Oh...hmmm....no.... I'm afraid this isn't what I'm looking for, %PCName. Please continue your explorations, and do be more certain next time.

Ah, %PCName. Wonderful to see you again. I'm afraid I'll be leaving shortly, however. I'm heading off to Skyrim, you see...after a drink or three. I have renewed confidence in my quest now, thanks to you, and am eager to see what I may discover in the Nords' homeland. Farewell, and keep exploring!

"Fall of the Snow Prince," you say? Fascinating. Let me see it. Hmmm...yes...yes...amazing! By my Falmer ancestors, you've done it, %PCName! The account in this tome is remarkable! Rieklings indeed! I don't see how this Snow Prince could have been anything BUT a Falmer, do you? Splendid, splendid. You're a credit to explorers everywhere, %PCName. Here's the gold, as promised, and thank you!

%PCName, you've returned. Have you found any evidence of the Falmer here on Solstheim?

%PCName, you've returned. Have you found any evidence of the Falmer here on Solstheim?

Well hello there, %PCName. You don't look like one of the natives, and I don't recall seeing you on the last ship from Vvardenfell. Perhaps you're a mercenary? I'm here to do some research, myself. Please, join me for a drink.

Hail, %PCName! It is good to see you again! Welcome to my home. I was hoping you would stop by. I have something for you. In honor of my defeat of the Valbrandr draugr, my fellow Skaal presented me with a Belt of Orc's Strength. Here -- I want you to have it. After all, you earned it. My thanks again for everything.

Leave me, %PCName. I asked for your help, and you refused. We have no more business together.

You...you attacked the draugr! Bad enough I had you serve as a distraction, but now I can't even claim the killing blow! Now I must return to my village, either a liar or a failure. I trusted you, %PCName. Leave me now, to ponder my hopeless fate.

By the gods, that was a good fight! Did you see me? I was magnificent! With the draugr dead, I am truly a man. I've got to get back to the Skaal Village and tell my brothers the good news. If you're ever in the village, come to my house and I shall greet you as a brother. Oh, and %PCName...I trust you'll keep this between the two of us. I wish I could offer some kind of reward, but I have so little. I know -- I shall leave the draugr's treasure be. It is yours, my friend. Take all you like!

Ah, %PCName! Been helping yourself to the draugr's treasures, I hope!

I trusted you not to attack the draugr, %PCName, and you betrayed me. You have doomed me to a life of hopelessness! Leave me, deceiver!

Hail, %PCName. I'm not sure what your business is out here in the wild, but I'm glad you're not one of my Skaal brothers. They'd surely wonder why I'm not inside the barrow, killing the Valbrandr draugr.

Tymvaul? Is that you, son? Oh..oh I'm sorry. Please forgive the ramblings brought on by an old man's anguish.

Intruder! Who dares venture so deeply into the halls of Rimhull?! The Mantle of Woe is mine, do you hear? I have claimed the robe and its power!

Well met, %PCName. So, you're a visistor to our fair island. Hmmm.... There's a certain look about you, friend. You're no stranger to death, or killing. I have some dark business you may be able to help me with.

So, have you changed your mind? Will you help me in my dark business?

What news do you bring me, %PCName? Is our dark business complete?

Just because we had some business together, don't think we're friends. Now go. I suspect my husband will be back any time now.

So, Kolfinna is seeking wergild for the death of her husband, eh? Never! Pinetear has been in my family for generations and will be for generations to come. Besides, Gustav got what he had coming.

You look pretty far from home, stranger. What do you want?

Hello stranger. I am afraid we meet under tragic circumstances, for I grieve for the death of my husband, Gustav Two-Teeth. He was struck down in cold blood by a barbarian named Sigvatr the Strong, over a foolish argument.

EMIL -- BLOODMOON GREETINGS ABOVE

You stopped Krish, and that is good. Grahl are gone. Krish is gone. Nasty grahl. Nasty Krish. The master will be pleased when he comes home. Your master will be pleased you have helped Dulk! Good good! Now go. Dulk has much to do before his master comes back. Go!

You are here! The master told me there would be one coming! You must help. Krish is trying to take control of the castle. He has found nasty grahl to help him! You must kill them all! My master will be pleased! Your master will be pleased. Go now, through the Banquet Hall to the caverns. They wait down there! Go now or the master will not be happy!

You go now! Master will be back soon. I am sure of this! And I must keep things right for him. Back soon. He will be back soon.

What are you doing here? The master will not be pleased! And you come with Krish! Evil, evil Krish! Krish is bad, and you are bad for helping him. What is it you want? You should leave.

I got nothing more to do with you. Finish your business and get outta here. I've got work to do.

Just gotta get to that passage upstairs now. My sense of direction isn't the best. You lead the way.

Okay, that's all of them. You can talk to that annoying little Dulk if you want. I'll be right behind you.

Look, if you want to get upstairs, you've gotta help me out. We've gotta get rid of these grahl. All of them. Must be about eight. I'm not leaving them here in the basement for when I run this place.

I was telling you how I've got my own problems.

Hey! You killed off all the trolls! Look, let me tell you what's been going on here, and then we can talk about how I can help you out now.

Whoa! A %PCRace. Ugly thing, aren't you. Too tall. What business you got at Castle Karstaag? And make it quick. No time to talk.

The Ristaag has failed. We waited too long to complete it. You should return to Wind-Eye and see what he has to say.

What can Long-Tooth do for you?

What have you done with the heart? Find it, and give it to Wind-Eye immediately!

You have the heart! This is good. Return now to the village, and give the heart to Wind-Eye. You have done well tonight, %PCName. Rolf Long-Tooth calls you friend. I will remain here in these woods for a time. The All-Maker has chosen you to finish this journey alone. Good luck to you.

The Spirit Bear is dead, and the Ristaag is nearly complete. Remove the heart of the Bear. It must be returned immediately.

We have defeated those creatures and honored our fallen comrades. Now, though, we must find the Spirit Bear and return its heart to Wind-Eye. You have proven yourself a valiant warrior. You shall lead the way for the rest of the Ristaag.

You and I must continue the Ristaag. Only when the heart of the Spirit Bear is returned to Wind-Eye shall the All-Maker be pleased. Let us go.

Axe-Wife is dead? No! She was a good warrior, and a good friend. We will not let this stop us, though. We two will continue until the Ristaag is complete.

Quickly now! Check on Grerid Axe-Wife. I worry there are more of the beasts afoot.

What was that? Blast! These creatures are everywhere. Quick, find Grerid Axe-Wife! Do not allow the hunt to be disrupted! I will wait for your return.

Shhh...we must hunt carefully and quietly. There is no time to talk.

Sattir is dead? This is a bad omen. These creatures are dark spirits indeed, and they will try to disrupt the hunt. We will not allow this to happen. The loss of Sattir is great, but we must continue. Let us go.

Go! Investigate that sound. Go to Sattir and return to me.

Did you hear that? It came from near Sattir the Bold's path. Go to him, %PCName, and make sure he is well. Then, return to me so we may complete the hunt.

The Ristaag has failed. I have nothing more to say.

Shhh...we must hunt carefully and quietly. There is no time to talk. Get back to Long-Tooth! That is where you are to be for the Ristaag.

The Ristaag has failed. There is no more to say.

Shhh...we must hunt carefully and quietly. There is no time to talk. Get back to Long-Tooth! That is where you are to be for the Ristaag.

Shhh...we must hunt carefully and quietly. There is no time to talk.

Come back at nightfall, my friend. We will perform the Ristaag only when the moons watch over us.

You are the one who will be performing the Ristaag with us! Excellent. Rolf Long-Tooth will explain the part you will play.

I understand you are to be a part of the Ristaag. This is a great honor for you. You should speak with Long-Tooth about your duties in the ceremony.

Greetings, %PCName. Korst Wind-Eye has told me much about you. You are to perform the Ristaag with us, pleasing the All-Maker.

It is done. My time is over. You have done a service here today. Both to me, and to the people of this island. Now I may rest. Before I go, take this. May you have the strength of will to continue your own journey.

Let us continue.

There is more to my story, mortal. It is time for you to either listen or die, for my work is not complete.

You are brave or foolish to enter this place, %PCRace. But I sense a bit of wisdom in you...perhaps. I might kill you where you stand, were you to try and keep me from my task, but there are more dangerous things in these caves then this poor soul.

None of the Skaal will speak with you while you live under the shadow of the beast. Speak with Wind-Eye if you feel you have been cured, but until then, you are not welcome.

The time of the Bloodmoon has passed, and the Skaal endure. Blessings of the All-Maker upon you, Blodskaal.

It seems you have lifted the veil of shadow from your soul. No longer do you walk with the beast. The passing of the Bloodmoon brings many great tidings.

Well met, friend. I see you've returned from the Lake. Heart-Fang wanted to see you. He's in the Greathall.

None of the Skaal will speak with you while you live under the shadow of the beast. Speak with Wind-Eye if you feel you have been cured, but until then, you are not welcome.

None of the Skaal will speak with you while you live under the shadow of the beast. Speak with Wind-Eye if you feel you have been cured, but until then, you are not welcome.

One of the creatures went into the Greathall! It must be stopped!

Please, you must help. The village is under attack by the werewolves! Outside, quickly!!!

The beasts must be killed! You must assist the guards!

You have cleared my husband's name. What can I do for you?

You are the one who is to investigate a crime that has been blamed on my husband. How may I help you?

I have nothing to say. My time is done.

You know my crime. Get on with your job.

Yes? I understand you are investigating Engar Ice-Mane's theft. A terrible thing. But, you were sent to investigate a crime--what can I do for you, outlander?

You have cleared my name and restored my honor. What can I do for you, my friend?

You, who are to be my judge, what would you ask of me?

I sense the shadow of the beast is upon you, %PCName. The Skaal have nothing to say to you while you live with such a curse.

The Bloodmoon Prophecy is no more, and the Skaal live on. The time of Tharsten Heart-Fang is passed, but the Skaal will remember him as a once-great warrior who has fallen.

I fear the time of the Bloodmoon Prophecy is upon us. The Skaal must be constantly on guard.

It is good to speak with you again, now that the curse of the beast has been lifted from your soul. Let us speak of the Bloodmoon Prophecy.

Have you learned more about the death of the horkers yet, or the involvement of Karstaag and his Riekling minions?

These have been difficult times for the Skaal, and it appears for you as well. I sense that you no longer live with the curse of the beast. This is good, as there have been ominous signs reported on the island.

Unfortunately, the Ristaag has failed. It comes as no surprise to me that there have been ominous signs reported on the island.

Thanks to your help, the Ristaag is complete, yet there have been ominous signs reported on the island.

You were to assist in performing the Ristaag. Have you been successful?

It is good to speak with you again, now that the curse of the beast has been lifted from your soul. Though our first attempts to claim the Totem of Claw and Fang failed, we were finally successful. We must now prepare for the ceremony to please the All-Maker.

It is good to speak with you again. We must now prepare for the ceremony to please the All-Maker.

You were to retrieve the Totem of Claw and Fang, a dangerous mission indeed. Have you been successful?

Greetings, Blodskaal. Now that you have struggled out from under the curse of the beast, you and I must speak of the Ristaag.

Greetings, Blodskaal. You and I must speak of the Ristaag.

You had the shadow of the beast upon you, after you had been infected. Yet, I sense something is different.

You have been infected too long, and I sense the shadow of the beast upon you. You are not welcome here.

I know you have been infected by these werewolves. Have you taken care of this problem?

I've only just arrived, and to this horror. It is good you were here to protect these people.

Travel back to the Skaal village. I will meet you there soon. You have done well here.

What of Aesliip, my friend? You were sent to kill the powerful draugr and prove your strength to the Skaal.

You were sent to prove your strength. This is to occur here, where there is a disturbance on the lake.

Ah...you've arrived. These are strange times, my friend. I am unsure what magic is being worked to cause such a disturbance on the lake, but you were sent here to prove your strength.

Hello again, friend. What may I do for you?

You were to perform the Ritual of the Gifts. I hope your way has been easy.

Greetings to you, wanderer. Why have you come to our village?

My greetings to you, wanderer. We of the Skaal do not get many visitors. What winds have brought you to our lands? I can only imagine it is the attack on the Imperial fort that we have heard whispers of.

This is as far as we go, %PCName. I have the key to reach the next stage of the Hunter's challenge, and only I shall continue. This Hunt is for Heart-Fang and Heart-Fang alone. Many generations have I lived now, Hircine's Ring on my finger. This Hunt is my birthright! Heart-Fang alone shall face the Hunter. Heart-Fang alone shall earn the glory of the Hunt! See now the power I was born to wield! You now face Heart-Fang in his true form, the form he was born to wear!

Let us continue. Heart-Fang must find a way out of this place!

Ahhh...so it is you, %PCName. But I see you have taken on another form. No matter. This Hunt is for Heart-Fang and Heart-Fang alone. Many generations have I lived now, with Hircine's Ring on my finger. This Hunt is my birthright, %PCName! Heart-Fang alone shall face the Hunter. Heart-Fang alone shall earn the glory of the Hunt! See now the power I was born to wield! Prepare to face me in my true form!

It's you, %PCName! How did you get to this place? We've little time, I fear. The frost giant Karstaag has gone ahead. Even now, I fear he may win this battle before me. Perhaps together we can fight through this place.

You heard the man...GO! Help our people!

You've returned from the lake! You continue to surprise me, %PCName. I have matters to attend to now. We will speak again soon. That I promise you.

You are to prove your strength as a warrior of the Skaal. If you have not gone yet to speak to Wind-Eye, do it now.

Halfhand is not dead, yet the Caenlorn have been killed? What have you done, %PCName? You are lucky I do not strike you down where you stand. However, I am not a shaman, and I do not hold the Caenlorn in as high regard as they do. Halfhand will be exiled. And you will prove your strength as a warrior if you wish to remain among the Skaal.

You have done well, %PCName. Make sure Halfhand gets fed to the wolves, and then we will speak of other things.

You have done well, %PCName. You have shown your loyalty and wisdom, but there is one thing further I will require of you. Now you must prove your strength as a warrior.

You've investigated the crime. Now it is time for you to make a decision. The verdict is yours to decide.

You were to investigate a crime. Have you done this?

You have shown your loyalty to the Skaal. Now it is time to prove your wisdom.

You were told to perform the rituals needed to restore the power of the Skaal. What have you done?

I was trying to explain to you, outlander, that you have much to atone for.

Yes, outlander? What is your business here?

There is no more to say to you, stranger. The Skaal wish you no harm, but state your business here quickly.

What do you want, stranger? The Skaal wish you no harm, but you will mind your manners while you are within our walls. We will make no exceptions. Now, what is this I hear about an attack on the Imperial fort?

What do you want, stranger? The Skaal wish you no harm, but you will mind your manners while you are within our walls. We will make no exceptions. Now, what is this I hear about an attack on the Imperial fort?

The Skaal wish you no harm for now. But we do not know you, and we have no reason to want to know you. Leave here until you have reason to be among us.

Welcome, friend. How may I help you? The time of prophecy has passed, and the Skaal live on for another era.

The time of the Bloodmoon is gone, and the Skaal live on.

The werewolves have been defeated and Wind-Eye has returned. You should speak with him immediately.

You are not of the Skaal. Speak with Tharsten Heart-Fang in the Greathall. He is our leader, and will deal with you.

You are not of the Skaal. Speak with Tharsten Heart-Fang in the Greathall if you have reason to be here. He is our leader, and will deal with you.

This Skaal has nothing to say to you, stranger. Speak with Heart-Fang if you believe you've got business here.

What is it you ask of this Skaal?

I'll be gone soon. I promise you that.

Wait! Look, I don't want any trouble. I heard you were working with Saenus Lusius, and everyone at the fort knows that Lusius is a reasonable man, so maybe we can make a deal.

I've nothing to say to you.

Carius is back! I don't know where he was, but I knew he'd find a way home. Things'll go much better with him around.

Still no word from the Captain. I suppose we have to figure he's gone for good.

Were you able to find the Captain? What did those Nords have to say?

You heard what Lusius said. Get up to those Nords and find the Captain!

You know what you need to do! Get up to those Nords and find the Captain!

You've got to find the Captain! The fort needs him!

He's gone! Those creatures took him during the battle. Someone has got to find the Captain! And where's Lusius? He's dead, too? This is horrible!

He's gone! Those creatures took him during the battle. Someone has got to find the Captain!

What the...? Someone attacked the fort while we were gone! We've gotta find the Cap'n right now!

Someone's gotta find the Captain! Gotta figure out what happened here!

Huh? You want us to travel together? I think that's what the Cap'n wants, so we better stick together. Besides, I'm handy to have around.

Gonna work with Lusius, huh? Can't say I blame you. He's one smart guy.

Cap'n said you'd be by. I'm supposed to assist you with something?

There has been no word from the Captain. I fear the worst.

Captain Carius has returned. He's said very little about his ordeal, but we are all just glad he is back where he belongs. Fort Frostmoth will be stronger than ever.

As I said, someone must find the Captain!

As I said, someone must find the Captain!

From what Artoria has told us, the course is clear. You must travel to the Nord village and see what they know about the attack.

Thank the gods you've returned! I see that Artoria has not returned with you. This day is filled with horrible news. There was a terrible battle. And Captain Carius...someone must find the Captain!

Thank the gods you've returned! There was a terrible battle. And Captain Carius...someone must find the Captain!

Wait! Something here is amiss. The fort has been attacked while we were gone. We must find Captain Carius immediately!

He wants to make a deal with you, does he?

Yes? Would you like to continue to travel together? I imagine it would be best with the task at hand. Captain Carius wishes for us to work together.

I understand you have chosen to work with my compatriot, Gaea Artoria. There is no finer warrior in Fort Frostmoth, save perhaps Captain Carius. I wish you both the best of luck.

Captain Carius mentioned that you might come to speak with me. How may I assist you?

What do you want?

What can I do for you?

What is it you want? I heard you were asking around about this being a dry fort.

What is it you want? I heard you were asking around about this being a dry fort.

What is it you want? I heard you might be able to get hold of some booze.

What do you need, friend?

What do you w.... Hey, is that booze I smell on you?

What do you w.... Hey, is that booze I smell on you?

What do you w.... Hey, is that booze I smell on you?

What do you w.... Hey, is that booze I smell on you?

What do you w.... Hey, is that booze I smell on you?

What do you w.... Hey, is that booze I smell on you?

I got nothing to say. Sure could use a drink, though. And not that Nord swill.

Hello, %PCName. What can I do for you?

It is good to see you again. I believed I was dead for sure, but as the glacier toppled around me, I was transported outside. I am glad that you, too, survived the ordeal. Now, how may I help you?

I will wait here and guard the gate. Good luck, my friend.

Wait, my friend. I can go not further. This contest can have only one victor, and you will have to be the one. Perhaps if you are able to escape, I will find my way out in time. For now, I will guard this gate and make sure none of the beasts follow you through. Take care if you encounter the others. Karstaag is a wild creature, and will certainly try to kill you. Heart-Fang worries me...there is something wild in his eyes that I do not trust. Good luck, %PCName.

Let us continue through this maze.

You! Do not think that I cannot see through the form you now wear. I am sorry it must come to this, %PCName. I had thought better of you. It is clear, though, that you have joined with these dark forces. Killing you will be an act of mercy.

%PCName, it is you! I am sorry you, too, have been brought to play in this nefarious game. Since the werewolves captured me at the fort, I have been held here by this demon Hircine. Soon, others joined me: one of the Nords, named Heart-Fang, along with a beast named Karstaag. I believe the only hope for escape is to find our way through this maze.

There is some commotion outside. You'd better get out there and check on it. We'll speak later.

Have you found more information on the weapons being smuggled from the fort?

You've helped me deal with the low morale at the fort, perhaps you can help me with some other fort business.

I asked you to investigate why the morale has been low in the fort. Have you learned anything?

I was mentioning to you that the men seem edgy.

Yes? What can I do for you? I am Captain Falx Carius, commander of Fort Frostmoth.

There is still no word from Captain Carius. We will have to learn to manage here without him.

Captain Carius has returned! I've not heard the story, but he is in his chambers.

What will we do without the Captain here? This is terrible. Something must be done. What if those creatures come back?

Terrible stuff happening here. But...I've got business to attend to. What do you need?

The fort...the creatures. It's horrible. And, the Captain, I haven't seen him.... Find Lusius...he may know what to do.

The fort...the creatures. It's horrible. And, the Captain, I haven't seen him.... Find Artoria...she may know what to do.

The fort...the creatures. It's horrible. And, the Captain, I haven't seen him....

What do you want? Go see Captain Carius. He's in his chambers at the fort. Head through the General Quarters and all the way up the south staircase. On the third floor are his chambers. If you're here about that colony business, talk to Carnius Magius. He's in the Imperial Cult Shrine.

What do you want? Go see Captain Carius. He's in his chambers at the fort. Head through the General Quarters and all the way up the south staircase. On the third floor are his chambers. If you're here about that colony business, talk to Carnius Magius. He's in the Imperial Cult Shrine.

What do you want? Go see Captain Carius. Talk to Captain Carius if you're looking for something to do. Head through the General Quarters and all the way up the south staircase. On the third floor are his chambers. That's where you'll find him. If you're here about that colony business, talk to Carnius Magius. He's in the Imperial Cult Shrine.

What do you want? Talk to Captain Carius if you're looking for something to do. Head through the General Quarters and all the way up the south staircase. On the third floor are his chambers. That's where you'll find him. If you're here about that colony business, talk to Carnius Magius. He's in the Imperial Cult Shrine.

Welcome to Solstheim, jewel of absolutely nowhere. It's a miserable place, even for the warmbloods. If you want to leave, I'd be happy to take you back to Vvardenfell. If you feel you must stay, speak with Captain Falx Carius in his chambers at Fort Frostmoth. Captain Carius is the commander here. Not a bad man, but he is a fool for remaining in this place. So cold. So cold. If you are here about the colony, Carnius Magius is the man you will speak to. Find him at the Imperial Cult Shrine.

Do you wish to go back to Vvardenfell as much as I do? What about Raven Rock, where the new colony is going to be built? I can take you there for a price.

Greetings. Are you in need of transport? S'virr will gladly take you to Fort Frostmoth in Solstheim for a small fee.

MARK -- BLOODMOON GREEETINGS ABOVE

Yes? What is it?

Greetings, %PCName.

What can I do for you, %PCName?

Greetings, %PCName. We've got beds and we've got food. Either of those interest you?

What makes you think I want to chat with the likes of yeh?

Passin' out the equipment? Hand it over, then.

Carnius sent you, eh? Talk to Toralf.

Yeh did yer job. Now leave me alone.

I ain't lookin' to chat. Just give me the equipment yeh've got.

I ain't in charge. Talk to Toralf.

What? I ain't yer pal. Scram.

Hand over the equipment yeh've got for me. Hurry up, now.

Talk to Toralf, not me.

Yeh gave me the stuff already. Get lost.

Hurry up and give me the equipment. I ain't here to jabber with yeh.

What are you talkin' to me for? Toralf's in charge.

Yeh've already given me equipment. I've got nothin' more to say to yeh.

Handing out the equipment like a good little flunky, eh?

You here with the stuff? Talk to Toralf, then.

That's some nerve yeh've got there, attackin' us! Thnk we'll have to teach yeh a lesson!

All done, are yeh? Good. Just give me my equipment, and we can wrap this up.

Hurry up and pass out the equipment, you. We don't have time to waste.

So, you're Carnius' lackey, are yeh? Make it quick. Pass out that equipment; we've got work to do.

Hello, %PCName.

%PCName! Thank you so much for saving me.

%PCName! They trapped me down here, and threatened to kill me! Are you sure you got them all?

Hello, %PCName.

Hi, %PCName. I'm still waiting on those Bittergreen petals so I can take care of these roots.

This sure looks like the place. These roots probably extend all the way up to those trees at the surface.

You're going to show me where the roots are, right?

Not much we can do about the grove of trees unless we can get at the roots, %PCName.

Even though the Spriggans are gone, we still can't cut down this grove of trees.

Hey, %PCName. Nice work with those Spriggans. We can get to the trees now for sure, but we still won't be able to cut them down. I tried explaining it once already, but they won't listen - something's not right with this grove.

Sorry, %PCName, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm off duty as long as those Spriggans are out there.

I gave yeh the stuff Carnius wanted yeh to have; nothin' left to say. We're done here.

Carnius had somethin' for yeh, once the messenger was dead. Here, take this and get movin'. He'll be wantin' to know that this lad won't be arrivin'.

Well, there's no contest now. He's done for.

Jus' bring the messenger here, an' the wolves'll make short work of 'im.

Right. Now we're to it. You go fetch this messenger fellah, and I'll take care of gettin' the wolves.

Let's get a move on, %PCName. Don't want to get Carnius mad, now do yeh?

Well now, look who it is. Carnius said ye'd be helpin' me. Took me a minute to realize it weren't a joke. Surprised to see me, are yeh? That trick ring of Carnius' did quite a number. Don't have one this time around, though, so I'd hate to have to put yeh down. Don't get any bright ideas about fightin'. Now, we'd best get going if we're goin' to catch this lad. We can sort out the details once we get there. Let's go.

Well now, look who it is. Carnius said ye'd be helpin' me. Took me a minute to realize it weren't a joke. Don't worry - I won't be holdin' that little scuffle against yeh. Yeh were jus' followin' orders is all. We'd best get going, if we're goin' to catch this lad. We can sort out the details once we get there. Let's go.

We've got to keep moving. I don't want to get in trouble for not delivering this report on time!

Uhhh....hey. Are you busy right now? I don't mean to bother you, but there's this report I need to deliver...

Greetings, Factor. You're... you're not going to hurt me, are you?

Greetings, Factor. You're... you're not going to hurt me, are you?

I, uhh.... I take it you have resolved your problems with Carnius? Perhaps you should take the matter up with Falco, back at the site.

I, uhh.... I take it you have resolved your problems with Carnius? Well, that makes you the ranking official at the Raven Rock site. In, uhh, in that case, I'd be happy to forward along the appropriate paperwork and have you instated as the local Factor. I hope that's satisfactory, your factor-ness....

Eh? Oh, you're here about the swords? Hrmph. Very well, here you go. Though I don't know that they'll be of much help to the likes of you.

You have company business to discuss? Please step inside and see Carnius. Otherwise, turn right back around and head out the door you came in.

You have company business to discuss? Please step inside and see Carnius. Otherwise, turn right back around and head out the door you came in.

Oh dear! Did I forget to mention the little problem we've been having with that trap? Oh, I do hope that doesn't slow you down too much. But I'm afraid there's nothing more I can do for you. Excuse me.

Excuse me. I've already explained that Carnius isn't here. There's nothing more I can do for you, so perhaps you should just run along.

Are you here to see Carnius? I'm afraid he's not in right now; oh, and he'll be so disappointed that you were unable to deliver that report on time.

Have you come for Stalhrim weapons, friend?

Speak to Graring.

You have no business being here, stranger. Leave now.

Have you come for Stalhrim armor, friend?

Speak to Graring.

Begone, stranger.

What it is, friend?

You... you are not here to hurt us? Then perhaps you are different from the rest. You seek knowledge of the Stalhrim, yes?

We will have no dealings with the likes of you. Begone.

Hello, %PCName. Is it snowing again? Feels like it, from the way my joints ache.

Can't.... can't keep swinging... too tired. Just, just fight me, okay? Come on...

I suppose they've sent you to deal with me, haven't they? Well, then - let's get this over with! You're not some kind of coward, are you? Come on and fight me! If I'm going to die, then I'm going out with a bang!

You..... get away from me. You killed my husband!

Thank you for all that you've done for my family.

You..... get away from me. You killed my husband!

Thank you for all that you've done for my family.

You..... get away from me. You killed my husband!

Thank you for sparing Seler's life, %PCName.

Where's my husband? Is he okay?

Are you going in there? You are, aren't you? What have they told you to do? Please don't hurt my husband!

Oh please, please. Don't hurt my husband. He's just an old man.

Forgive me, but I really need to concentrate. I want this estate to be just right, and I don't want to mess anything up. Excuse me.

Is this where you want your estate built, %PCName?

Umm.... We're not near any of the building sites for the estate, %PCName. You've got to show me exactly which one you want it built at. I don't want to make any mistakes.

Okay, %PCName. Ready to pick a spot for your estate?

Hello, %PCName. Are you here about the estate?

Hello there, %PCName.

You killed them all? Wow, %PCName. Thanks!

There might still be more of them, %PCName! Watch out!

Thanks for the drink, %PCName. You're a real friend.

Hi there, %PCName. Falco says I'm supposed to guard this room. He didn't say why, though. And boy, is it ever boring.

I don't have to guard that room anymore; Falco said so.

Don't tell anyone, but I just wanted to take a break for a little while. Standing there looking all official is hard work, you know?

Hello, %PCName. Never thought I'd be doing this... I'm supposed to guard this room. Orders from Falco himself. Weird, huh?

The company's work is never done, %PCName. What can I do for you?

Hi there, %PCName. Thanks for helping out.

Good work. Better go see Carnuis.

Ahem.... Uhh, %PCName? Carnius wants to see you. You know, about that job.... the one that you were doing. You should let him know it's done. Okay? Great.

Aldam is dead? That's not what I signed on for... this is getting out of hand. The deal is off.

What are you doing? Stay close to the guard - I'll come to you when I'm done.

I'm not making a move until you distract the guard.

I know you're here to help, but someone killed the guard. That'll draw way too much attention to the mine, and maybe to me. No way. I'm not doing it.

So, you're here to help, are you? Well, I need you to distract the guard.

Hey.... Why do you keep looking at me like that?

You're not going to get me in trouble, right? You heard my explanation - it was all Carnius' idea!

%PCName! What are you doing here? Uh... there's a perfectly good explanation for this, I assure you...

Oh, uhh.... hey there, %PCName. Didn't see you. Excuse me, but I need to, uhh, get back to work.

Hey there, %PCName. What are you doing here?

I.... I'm taking care of the supplies. Just keep your distance, all right?

Don't try to intimidate me, you.... that sword. Looks like Elberoth's. Is that his saber?

I suggest you put that weapon away before trying to have a conversation with me, %PCRace.

You looking for a fight, %PCRace? If not, you'd better put down those fists.

Well now. Have they finally sent someone to deliver the extra payment I requested? I told them that if I was going to make this trip on top of what Elberoth was doing, it'd cost them. And I'm getting tired of waiting.

I have business with your superiors, not with you. Run along, now.

Well, if it isn't you again, %PCName. How are you?

I just can't thank you enough for rescuing me from that horrible shipwreck, %PCName. I'm sure I'll have a delightful time here in the colony; I do hope that the people here are nice and like to chat.

This looks like a nice place. Maybe we should go find whomever's in charge, and see if they have a nice room I could borrow for a while. One without quite so much, well, dirt.

What is it? You're not going to turn out to be some crazy person, and take me out into the woods and kill me, right? You seem normal; you're still going to let me go with you to wherever you came from, right?

You.... you killed them? They're all gone? Don't leave me here; you've got to let me go with you!

Get them away, get them away! The horrid things!

Look, I said I'll leave. Just stay away from me, will you?

OW! Okay, okay. I'll go away - just stop hitting me! Just give me a minute to collect myself. I promise I'll be gone the next time you come back. Oh, that's going to leave such a bruise...

I'll not give in to you! Cease this violence before you bring death and destruction on yourself!

Sent you to talk me out of this, have they? Those devils won't be rid of me so easily! Talk all you like, %PCRace. The curse I place on you will be all the more painful for it.

You'll not infect me with your Devilry, %PCRace! I am here to defend Nature, and I'll do so at any cost! Now begone!

You! If you're part of this accursed plot to rape the land, you'll suffer the same fate as all the rest! You'll be cursed.... cursed, I tell you!

Well, %PCRank.... it's a bit of a surprise to see you. You weren't supposed to survive the Skaal attack.

I must say, I'm surprised to see you. Toralf was supposed to make sure you didn't return. I just can't count on good help, can I? Sorry, %PCRank, but I'm afraid I no longer have need of your services, and you know a little too much to be allowed to live. But I'll remedy that situation right now.

What is it, %PCRank? Is this about your current assignment?

Well, %PCRank. It's time for a bit of a change. Now that we know for sure there's Stalhrim to be had in the mines, we need to clear everyone out of the colony. Of course, I can't do that without arousing too much suspicion; the colony will have to appear to fail on its own. Your next assignment will start that process.

What is it, %PCRank?

The trader's is almost done? Fine, fine. Now leave me alone.

The smithy is done? Fine, fine. Now leave me alone.

What is it, %PCRank? Is this about your current assignment?

What is it, %PCRank?

Not now, %PCRank. I'm expecting a decision from Falco. It's colony business, and it doesn't concern you.

Oh, don't even say it. I can tell by the look on your face. Falco gave you his little pep talk, didn't he? "Oh, %PCName.... I need your help. Won't you help me?" Ugh. Perhaps instead you should think about doing yourself a favor and aiding me, %PCRank.

What is it, %PCRank? Is this about your current assignment?

What do you want? Is this about the East Empire Company? I'm a very important man, I'll have you know, and I have no time for anything other than business.

So, Carnius is dead? That makes you the new Factor, I assume. I can't say you've exactly earned the position, but I imagine you can't be any worse at it than he was.

Carnius is dead? Well, then the colony is as good as closed.

What can I do for you, Factor?

Carnius is dead? I'm sorry, %PCName. I didn't think it would come to that. You've lived through it, though, and Raven Rock will be a better place for it. Now, someone needs to be put in charge.... I know I don't want the job. You're next in line for it, so I'll make sure the paperwork goes through. You're now the Factor of the Raven Rock division of the East Empire Company. Congratulations!

Take that note to Carnius, %PCName, and see what he has to say for himself.

We've been had. This wasn't really a Skaal attack - it was mercenaries dressed up like them to fool us. If they'd succeeded, the whole thing would've been blamed on the wrong people. This stinks of Carnius, and I think it's time you confront him. Take this note, and show him the proof you've got of his involvement.

%PCName! We've been the victims of a Skaal attack!

In his continuing effort to make life as difficult as possible, Carnius has sent word that several silver longswords have arrived. He refuses, however, to have them sent out to us. Can you go get them? I believe Constans Atrius should have them at Fort Frostmoth.

%PCName, you stay here in case there are more of them!

I need you to stay here, %PCName. Don't wander off.

%PCName, you need to get that report to Carnius NOW. Get moving!

%PCName, do me a small favor. Get word to Carnius that construction of the trader's outpost is almost completed.

%PCName, do me a small favor. Get word to Carnius that construction of the smithy is almost completed.

Have you given thought to aiding me, %PCName?

Whether you know it or not, %PCName, you have arrived at a crossroads.

Hello, %PCName! Are you here on assignment, or did you just stop by?

So, Carnius talked you into joining this little venture, did he? Very well. I'll be managing the site from here, and answering only to Carnius. Since you're here, I have an assignment for you.

I'm sorry, %PCRace, but I'm here on official business, and I don't have time to chat. Any official inquiries should be directed to Carnius Magius at Fort Frostmoth.

Yes, %PCName? What is it?

Thanks for bringing us. I'd better get to work.

Can we maybe just concentrate on getting there safely? I don't like it out here.

If you're going to act as our escort, I suggest you speak with Gidar. He knows the way.

Pardon me, but I'm waiting for someone. If it's important, ask Gidar.

Another day, another hundred piles of ore.... What can I do for you, %PCName?

I'd like to stop and chat, but there's much to be done.

Thanks for making sure we got here safely, %PCName. I appreciate it. I'd better get to work. Excuse me.

Don't look at me; I'm just following Gidar.

Oh, you're the escort? Better talk to Gidar, then. We're supposed to follow him.

I can't talk now. I'm waiting for our escort to show up. 'Sides, Gidar is in charge.

Hello, %PCName. What is it?

Thanks again for the escort. If you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do.

Well, we've made it here in one piece. Thanks for the escort, %PCName. Perhaps we'll run into each other again.

Is there a problem? I thought you were ready to go.

What's the hold up? We're ready to go, so let's keep moving.

So you're the escort? Well, fine. Let me know when you're ready to go.

Sorry, %PCRace. Can't talk right now; we're waiting for our escort to Raven Rock. Go see Carnius Magius in the shrine if you need something.

CHAPPY -- BLOODMOON GREETINGS ABOVE

All is silence. The road is straight, without turning, in darkness. Now let there be an end to all things.

Well. Someone finally found me. Your bad luck, really.

You have killed someone dear to me. It is a mistake you will not live to regret.

Have you not given me a silver longsword? Just read the shrine and leave. I tire of your mortal presence.

Are you here on the pilgrimage? I take it that silver longsword is for me.

Are you here on the pilgrimage? Read the shrine.

Are you here on the pilgrimage? Do you have a silver longsword for me?

Thank you for your help, %PCName. It looked to me like the place was safe.

I am Vistha-Kai, Warden of the Corprusarium. I am here to warn you: do not harm the inmates. If you come to plunder the dungeon, you must endure their attacks, and take your chances with me, their Warden and Protector.

You have been warned. Do not harm the inmates of the Corprusarium. If you plan to plunder the dungeon, you must endure their attacks, and mine.

Here's a little advice. No charge.

Do you want a little advice? Of course you do.

So you're Telvanni. Then you'll understand if I offer you a little advice.

A little advice, outlander. Go away while you can.

Let me offer you a little advice, stranger.

You're House Telvanni? No kidding? Well, in that case, maybe I had better give you a little advice.

You want a little advice, outlander?

Well, well, well. An outlander. And a Telvanni. Will wonders never cease? Then it is in the spirit of a friendly warning that I offer you a little advice.

You have Cloudcleaver, my friend. I would like it back.

Well, this is close enough. Thanks for your help. I suppose it's only fair that I give you your reward. Here, take them. Though it pains me to give them, you are now the owner of the Boots of Blinding Speed.

I have a little advice to share with you, outlander.

You must be the one Relam Arinith sent.

Hey! You shouldn't be back there. That's my private room.

Really, I can't tell you how good it is to be visible again! Thank you so much.

Thank you, thank you! It's so good to be able to be seen again. I just wish I had something to offer you, but I have nothing of value and no gold to speak of. It's not easy to find a job when you're invisible. Thank you again!

Thank you, thank you! It's so good to be able to be seen again. I just wish I had something to offer you, but I have nothing of value and no gold to speak of. It's not easy to find a job when you're invisible. Thank you again!

You're wearing me skirt! How dare you wear my skirt!

Oh, are those my new clothes? I've waited ever so patiently for them.

I heard you killed my patron, Ondres Nerano. I have nothing to say to the likes of you.

You here about your tower? Tell Llunela Hleran things are fine here. The work will be done soon.

This is your tower, right? What do you want, %PCName?

This isn't your tower and this isn't any of your business.

You here about the stronghold? Tell Galsa Gindu things are fine here. The work will be done soon.

You the chief around here, right? What you want?

This not your business here. You leave now.

You here about the stronghold? Tell Dondos the work is on schedule. And he better pay me that bonus he promised.

This your place? What do you want, %PCName?

You don't belong here, just move along.

Welcome to my house, %PCRace. Make yourself at home.

What %Name do for you?

Runa's a real gem, isn't she?

Great place, huh?

Just between you and me, I always rest here between pilgrimages.

If you want a job here, you'll have to talk to Helviane. Excuse me.

Are you okay? You don't look well...

Well, hello there. It's always nice to see another %PCRace.

An Argonian! How exciting. I've never had an Argonian... customer.

Oh no, not another Khajiit. I'm still smarting from the last one.

Hello there, %PCRace. Looking for a good time?

You'd try to steal my weapons, n'wah? Nobody cheats Lucan! Die!

Ahhhh...you've removed this enchantment with your spell to cure disease!

Excuse me, can you help me? No, I'm over here. My name is Cassius Olcinius. Sorry...you see, I've been made invisible by a wizard!

Take this, friend. I think everyone should read this leaflet. It has important information on it.

You are pathetic! Where is your power, vampire? You have nothing I desire. Leave me now. All I have heard about your kind is a lie.

I smell Berne blood on you! Die!

Ahhhhh! The power once again flows through my limbs! I am whole again! Now, I shall once again feed on the mortals above, pay them for my years of imprisonment! You are useless to me now, young fool. You shall be the first to die at my hands. Consider it an honor. Mastrius walks again!

Enough %PCName. You beat me fairly. I'll tell Dram what happened.

You want another shot at me, %PCName?

I'm here, %PCName. Come for me.

You want a duel? You got a duel.

You have slain my brother, n'wah.

You have slain my brother, n'wah.

Come to collect more debts for cowardly smiths, %PCName?

I conceded. I gave you the debt money. Take it and leave.

I... I concede. Take these 2000 drakes and give them to Tuveso Beloth.

I'm not paying those armor repair debts.

You have slain my brother, n'wah.

You have slain my brother, n'wah.

You have slain my brother, n'wah.

You have slain my brother, n'wah.

Oh, don't mind me. Whatever affair of honor you have with Giras Indaram, it's none of my business.

Darius says you can be here, so it's okay with me.

You fight pretty well for a Redoran. I take back what I said about Bolvyn Venim.

What are you doing? Get out of there! Who sent you here? Get away!!!

Hello...hello? Who are you? What are you doing here? Please, you must leave.

Move along, %PCRace... Wait! You're the one protecting Saprius Entius!

Well, %PCName, we're getting pretty close to the city, and they don't let big ol' guar like Rollie here inside the walls. Seems a shame, since he's such a personable sort. Isn't that right, Rollie? Anyway, from here, you and I can travel on to Agrippina's alone.

You've wasted enough of my time.

You've wasted enough of my time. I'll find some other commoner to help.

Move along, %PCRace... Wait! You're the one protecting Saprius Entius!

I'm just glad it's over.

Is the Scamp really gone? Thank you, whoever you are. This is all my fault.

Please, whoever you are, kill the Scamp before it causes any more trouble.

Thanks for getting me here safely. I'll stay here until Frald the White can get me back to Cyrodiil.

Shall we travel together back to Ebonheart?

Thank you. We should travel together back to Frald the White in Ebonheart.

Help me fight them!

Who are you? Are you in the Imperial Legion? The Ordinators have been looking for me. I've done a terrible thing. Can you... Look out! Behind you!

You do not have an appointment to see Varona Nelas.

To the death!

Oh, dear. Another poor, unfortunate traveler, come to a bad end.

I don't care who you are. I just want you out of here. Or dead.

I hate fighting amateurs. It takes the joy out of winning.

You made a big mistake, pilgrim.

Die, thief!

I am concerned. Why have you not yet fulfilled the prophecies of the Nerevarine? Have you done something wrong? Have you forgotten your destiny? I have heard that the leader of the Temple, a man named Tholer Saryoni, is desperate, and asks that you come speak with him at the High Fane in Vivec City. Please. If there is some problem, go to Saryoni. Perhaps there is still hope.

Why have you not yet fulfilled the prophecies of the Nerevarine? Is there something wrong? Archcanon Tholer Saryoni, the high priest of the Temple has asked that you come speak with him at the High Fane in Vivec City. Please. If there is some problem, go to Saryoni. Perhaps there is still hope.

We are concerned. Why have you not yet fulfilled the prophecies of the Nerevarine? Have you done something wrong? Have you forgotten your destiny? We hear that Archcanon Tholer Saryoni, the high priest of the Temple, is desperate, and that he asks that you come speak with him at the High Fane in Vivec City. Please. If there is some problem, go to Saryoni. Perhaps there is still hope.

I am surprised. And a bit disappointed. I thought you were the Nerevarine? Why haven't you fulfilled the prophecies? Is something wrong? Did you do something you shouldn't? I've heard rumors that Archcanon Tholer Saryoni, the high priest of the Temple, is desperate, and that he asks that you come speak with him at the High Fane in Vivec City. If there is some problem, maybe you should go talk to Saryoni.

Well. If you are the Nerevarine, why haven't you fulfilled the prophecies? Surely you haven't forgotten. You haven't done something foolish, have you? You mustn't be shy, dumpling. I've heard that Archcanon Tholer Saryoni, the high priest of the Temple, is VERY upset, and that he is hoping that you will come speak with him at the High Fane here in Vivec City. Maybe that would be a good idea. Don't you think?

I don't mean to pry into your affairs. But, if you are the Nerevarine, as they say, why haven't you fulfilled the Nerevarine prophecies? The people are badly frightened by these Sixth House disturbances. You haven't gotten yourself into any sort of trouble, have you? A discreet contact tells me that Archcanon Tholer Saryoni, the high priest of the Temple, is becoming desperate, and that he is hoping that you will come speak with him at the High Fane in Vivec City. Maybe that would be best.

I see you have equipped Wraithguard. I wish you luck with it.

Remember. When you first equip Wraithguard, you must endure a terrible shock. Even if you are in perfect health, and have fortified your health as much as possible, you are likely to die from the shock. Don't even think about it until you are much healthier.

Remember. When you first equip Wraithguard, you must endure a terrible shock. If you are not in perfect health, and have not fortified your health as much as possible, you'll be dead before you hit the ground.

I have learned all I can from Kagrenac's Planbook and Kagrenac's Journals. Now, if you're still willing, I'll try to restore the mythopoeic enchantments on Wraithguard.

Patience. When I have had sufficient time to review Kagrenac's Planbook and Kagrenac's Journals, I will try to restore the mythopoeic enchantments on Wraithguard.

If you have really brought me Kagrenac's Planbook and Kagrenac's Journals, I can at least try to restore the mythopoeic enchantments on Wraithguard.

I have nothing. Go away. Leave me in peace... but... wait. What is that you have there? Is that what I think it is? That unique dwemer artifact you have?

I see you've risen to %PCRank, %PCName. Word on the street is that you've become Mercius' lapdog, and he's sent you to kill me. I'm afraid I can't let that happen. You were always a disappointment.

I see you've risen to %PCRank, %PCName. I also heard you've been sent to kill me. I'm the only one who'll be taking over as Guildmaster. I won't let you take my rank in the Guild!

I see you've risen to %PCRank, %PCName. I'm the only one who'll be taking over as Guildmaster. I won't let you take my rank in the Guild!

I thought I told you to leave.

You're not supposed to be here. I'm gonna count to ten. And if you're still here when I'm done, you're gonna be in big trouble.

You're not going anywhere with that Axe!

You have heard my story. Do what you will.

Do not fear me, %PCRace. Listen, and I will tell you how I was murdered by Lugrub gro-Ogdum.

What are you doing here? You must be a thief!

Thank you for getting me to the Ald Velothi Outpost.

Who are you? Where are your papers?

First, let me take your identification papers. Thank you. Word of your arrival only reached me yesterday. I am %name. But my background is not important. I'm here to welcome you to Morrowind.

I am %name. My background is not important. From time to time it is my duty to welcome certain visitors to Morrowind.

Thank you. Don't think I ever get out of that place.

Greetings! M'Aiq knows many things. What is your interest? You seek knowledge. M'Aiq has much. Some of it verified by actual facts!

Go away! Leave me alone! I'll never speak to you again!

Never! Yield? To you? I'd rather die than yield to you, f'lah!

The witch is dead! Now, if you'll just give me Widowmaker, stranger, I'd appreciate it. I might be able to teach you a bit about using an axe as well, if you're interested.

Yes. This is the place I need to be. They can help me here. Take this as payment, and I'll make sure to tell my friends in the Legion about your help. Thank you, friend--you have been a big help. You know, for a slaughterfish.

Well, we've arrived...surprisingly enough. Here's your tip. Now leave me.

I should have expected as much from the likes of you. I'll be on my way now.

Do you have any idea where you're going at all? Have you ever even been to Ghostgate? I'm in a hurry, and you're as slow as a three-legged guar.

Do you even know where you're leading me? I'm not a woman accustomed to waiting. You've got one more day to get me there.

What's taking so long? I need to be there in the next day and a half. Hurry up, would you?

No, she can't be dead! Goodbye, %PCName.

Thank the gods! We've found her! I never thought I'd see her again. You finding me has truly been a blessing. Thank you so much for your help, %PCName. I wish I had more to offer you, but please take this book. It has meant so much to the two of us. I can only hope you find as much enjoyment in it as we have. Take care!

Thank you for your help, %PCName. Here is the payment I promised you. May all of your travels be safe.

Here our journey ends, %PCRace. For bringing me to this place, I thank you. It has been a thorn in the side of the Camonna Tong for too long, too long. It seems the Redguard is dead already. That is acceptable. I have no further business with you.

Here our journey ends, %PCRace. For bringing me to this place, I thank you. It has been a thorn in the side of the Camonna Tong for too long, too long. Be on your way, outlander, or with this Redguard, you will die. That is the choice I give you.

[Rollie thinks twice and says nothing.]

[Rollie, being a deep thinker, has no words for now.]

[Rollie gazes at you with soulful eyes, but says nothing.]

[Rollie seems about to speak, but then thinks better of it.]

[Rollie says nothing to you at this time.]

Don't want to work. Just want to bang on my drum. What's a scamp gotta do?

C'mon...help a scamp out. You gotta need something. I've got booze....

Help me out. I need the money.

Hello Caldera!!! I'm here all week!

I'm creeping!

My sorrow is too great to speak anymore.

Ah, well. I suppose I knew that already. Best of luck to you.

Excellent! Let's go!

You've decided to help...wait. Thoronor is dead? I have no reason to go on.

Have you decided you'd like to help me after all?

This is...wait...Thoronor is dead? Oh, that's terrible. I have no reason to continue on.

Why, thank you! I'm sure this will do the trick. Let's get going; I'll follow you back. Although, this would be an excellent chance to study them in great detail without being noticed....

Yes, we are going together to Ald Daedroth, where we will see if you have made it safe for the Ahemmusa. I will accompany you until we stand before the great statue, where we will speak further.

You've spoken to the archcanon? Good. Then, is there anything else you want?

I'm sorry, but the Temple's doctrine on the Nerevarine is clear. The Nerevarine prophecies are evil superstitions, based on lies and delusions. And even if the prophecies were genuine, since you have killed one of the leaders of the Ashlander tribes, now there is no possibility that you could be accepted by the Ashlander tribes as the Nerevarine of prophecy. I'm afraid we have nothing to discuss.

Thank you for coming, %PCName. You know the Temple's doctrine on the Nerevarine. Perhaps it is time to change that doctrine.

We're here to discuss the Temple's doctrine on the Nerevarine, %PCName.

Thank you for coming, %PCName. You know the Temple's doctrine on the Nerevarine. Perhaps it is time to change that doctrine.

Have you found the Ebony Mail?

Have you completed the Pilgrimages of the Four Corners?

I'm sorry, but the Temple's doctrine on the Nerevarine is clear. I'm afraid we have nothing to discuss.

I'm sorry, but we have nothing to discuss.

Faith conquers all, Nerevarine. Bless your breath and blood.

Are you here to request an audience, %PCRank?

Please leave. These are my private quarters.

Faith, law, and justice. Walk on.

We know your plan, Outlander....

Faith, law, and justice. Walk on.

So. It's you again. What brings you to visit Yagrum Bagarn, Master Crafter, and Last Living Dwarf?

So. It's you again. What brings you to visit Yagrum Bagarn, Master Crafter, and Last Living Dwarf?

You're here for the Dwemer boots. Tell my gracious Keeper that I have done what I could. Only a Dwemer magecrafter could have done so much. But only idiots could have created these boots. It shames my race that we must be judged by the works of such lack-wit blunderers.

I have Lord Fyr's Dwemer boots. That's what you're here for, aren't you?

Do not harm me, or you will be very sorry. I warn you. Leave me alone, and I will leave you alone.

I have nothing. Go away. Leave me in peace.

You have killed someone dear to me. It is a mistake you will not live to regret.

You have killed someone dear to me. It is a mistake you will not live to regret.

You have killed someone dear to me. It is a mistake you will not live to regret.

You have killed someone dear to me. It is a mistake you will not live to regret.

You have killed someone dear to me. It is a mistake you will not live to regret.

You have killed one of the inmates. I cannot forget what you've done. But I will forgive you.

You have killed one of the inmates. I cannot forget what you've done. But I will forgive you.

You have killed one of the inmates. I cannot forget what you've done. But I will forgive you.

You have killed one of the inmates. I cannot forget what you've done. But I will forgive you.

You have killed one of the inmates. I cannot forget what you've done. But I will forgive you.

You have killed one of the inmates. I cannot forget what you've done. But I will forgive you.

You have killed one of the inmates. I cannot forget what you've done. But I will forgive you.

You have killed one of the inmates. Leave. You can live with the consequences of your actions.

You have killed one of the inmates. Leave. You can live with the consequences of your actions.

You have killed one of the inmates. Leave. You can live with the consequences of your actions.

You have killed one of the inmates. Leave. You can live with the consequences of your actions.

You have killed one of the inmates. Leave. You can live with the consequences of your actions.

You have killed one of the inmates. Leave. You can live with the consequences of your actions.

You have killed one of the inmates. Leave. You can live with the consequences of your actions.

Hello, %PCName. How are you doing? Bit of bad news, I'm afraid. The potion doesn't seem to work on others. Tried it on two hopeless cases. Killed them outright. Deader than a garlic snail. But is there anything I can help you with?

A gift? For me? How thoughtful. And shrewd. I suppose you know I am a collector. And that such a gift is bound to please me. I congratulate you on your diplomatic skills. So, why have you tried to butter me up? Come to consult the great Divayth Fyr? You have the divine disease? Want to plunder the dungeon? Or leer at my daughters?

A pity. I can see why you'd want to keep such a lovely relic of Dwemer culture. But now, if you'll excuse me, I have no time for idle chatter.

Say. That's an interesting Dwemer piece you have there. What can you tell me about it?

Yes, yes, %PCName. You're completely cured. Did you forget something?

Well? Are you ready to take the potion?

Well? Did you get my boots? No boots, no potion....

Well! What a pleasure! A visitor! An entertaining diversion! Come to consult the great Divayth Fyr? You have the divine disease? Want to plunder the dungeon? Or leer at my daughters?

You again? A surprise, and a pleasure! Didn't we have a satisfactory chat? Something else you want to know about the divine disease? Eager to plunder the dungeon? Questions about my daughters?

Not interesting. Sorry. Not your fault, perhaps, but you are not interesting, and I can't waste energy talking to boring people.

Listen. You are not interesting. No offense, but I don't want to talk to you.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of my benefactors. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of my benefactors. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of my benefactors. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of my benefactors. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of my benefactors. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of my benefactors. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

You've killed one of us. And now it is your turn to die.

I am Vistha-Kai, Warden of the Corprusarium. And you have killed one of the inmates that I am sworn to protect. Prepare to receive your just punishment.

I am Vistha-Kai, Warden of the Corprusarium. I am here to warn you: do not harm the inmates. If you come to plunder the dungeon, you must endure their attacks, and take your chances with me, their Warden and Protector.

I am Vistha-Kai, Warden of the Corprusarium. I am here to warn you: do not harm the inmates. If you come to plunder the dungeon, you must endure their attacks, and take your chances with me, their Warden and Protector.

You have been warned. Do not harm the inmates of the Corprusarium. If you plan to plunder the dungeon, you must endure their attacks, and mine.

You have been warned. Do not harm the inmates of the Corprusarium. If you plan to plunder the dungeon, you must endure their attacks, and mine.

I suppose you want to speak to Divayth Fyr? Have you got corprus disease? Or were you planning to plunder the dungeon?

Go talk to Divayth Fyr. He's the one you're looking for.

Have you come to plunder the dungeon? Or have you got corprus disease? Or did you come to see Divayth Fyr? I'm Beyte Fyr. I'm the wife of Divayth Fyr. One of them. Sort of.

Are you here to plunder the dungeon? Have you got corprus disease? Did you want to talk to Divayth Fyr?

My name is Delte Fyr. Did you want to see Divayth Fyr? Have you got corprus disease? Or are you another questing hero looking to plunder the dungeon?

If you have corprus disease, you need the Corprusarium. Or do you want Divayth Fyr?

You're new here, aren't you? My name is Uupse. Uupse Fyr. I take care of the corprus victims in the Corprusarium.

I see you found a guarskin drum.

Make yourself at home. I have some things to do.

Thanks for getting me back to Maar Gan, %PCName.

Do you want me to wait here?

Shall we travel together back to Maar Gan?

We're on the way to Pelagiad, %PCName. Tell me if you no longer want to travel together.

We're on the way back to Novor Drethan, %PCName. Tell me if you no longer want to travel together.

The blight is gone, and we have survived. Now we must dedicate ourselves to rebuilding the Temple. And you must dedicate yourself to your responsibilities as Protector of Morrowind.

I expected you. We have business, you and I.

Was there something else?

You have come uninvited. I have nothing to say to you.

It began here. It will end here. Have you any parting words? Or would you prefer to skip the speeches, and get to our business. You are the challenger here, after all. So to you goes the courtesy of the first blow.

Have you something more to say?

It began here. It will end here. Have you any parting words? Or would you prefer to skip the speeches, and get to our business. You are the challenger here, after all. So to you goes the courtesy of the first blow.

Have you something more to say?

Strange. This outcome I did not foresee. That you would come unprepared.

Until I see you better prepared, we have nothing to discuss.

Quickly! Did you want to meet the archcanon?

[whispers] No. Didn't you read the note? Until you are named Hortator by the three Houses and Nerevarine by the four tribes, there is no point in discussing your claims. Now... go away before someone sees us talking.

Thank you for your help, %PCName. As promised, here is your payment.

Clearly, you don't know where you're going. You've wasted two days of my time, and now I won't make it to Koal Cave on time. Thanks for nothing.

Are you sure you know the way to Koal Cave? I need to be there in the next half day.

It's already been a day that I've been traveling with you, and I'll need to be there within another day. Can we get moving?

As I've told you, I need to be in Koal Cave in the next day and a half. Let's be on our way.

Yes, yes, sera. Yes, we are here safely. And this fine man, he is to be my bridegroom?

Yes, %PCName. Are you ready now to travel together to Zainab camp?

Yes, %PCName. We travel together to Zainab camp. When we arrive there, we will speak further about my new bridegroom.

You're just here to loot the shrine, right? That's fine with us. Just be careful. Leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone.

You're just here to loot the shrine, right? That's fine with us. Just be careful. Leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone.

You're just here to loot the shrine, right? That's fine with us. Just be careful. Leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone.

Leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone. Okay?

Leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone. Okay?

Leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone. Okay?

Who are you, outlander? And what are you doing here?

Who are you, outlander? And what are you doing here?

Who are you, outlander? And what are you doing here?

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

Meow.

Wanna drink, buddy? Got anything you want, so long as it's sujamma.

Back again? I dunno, pal. You look like you've had plenty. Or maybe you ALWAYS look that way.

Back already? Well, go ahead, drink up. It's free.

Well, well, well. What do we have here? Do you have your invitation? Are you a Player of the Game? Or one of the Game Pieces? Or a humble Spectator?

Go ahead. It's your move.

Everything is perfectly all right. We heard the word. Hlireni Indavel says lay off you and the savages. We won't touch them, or you, as long as you leave us alone. [Whispers: Spoil-sport.]

Everything is perfectly all right. We heard the word. Hlireni Indavel says lay off you and the savages. We won't touch them, or you, as long as you leave us alone. [Whispers: Spoil-sport.]

Don't worry. Hlireni Indavel says leave you and the poor starving Ashlanders alone.

Don't worry. Hlireni Indavel says leave you and the poor starving Ashlanders alone.

I don't know you, do I? Are you here for the dance? Or are you here with the gold-hats?

I don't know you, do I? Are you here for the dance? Or are you here with the gold-hats?

Come on. Get into the spirit of things. You want to tumble?

Come on. Get into the spirit of things. You want to tumble?

%PCRank %PCName. You are not allowed in here. You must leave. Immediately. And without hesitation. If you do not leave immediately, peacefully, we will use force, and I will not be responsible for your safety.

%PCRank %PCName. With all due respect, you have no authority here. I don't know what you think you're doing, but you won't do it on my watch. If you do not leave immediately, I cannot be responsible for your safety.

You're making a big mistake, %PCName.

I don't care who you are, or why you're here. No one comes in here without proper authorization. Now, get out, while you can.

Someone is going to going to regret this mistake. Dearly.

I don't care WHO you are, %PCRank. You don't belong in here. So get out. Right now. Don't make me use force.

You just won't listen.

%PCRank %PCName. I don't like this at all. This is completely against procedures. But I don't seem to have much choice. The key is in the Inquisitor's office. But the guards are not going to like it. Not one bit.

The key? I told you. It's in the Inquisitor's office.

Guards! Intruder!

%PCRank %PCName. This is against procedures. And you know it. Get out of here. Immediately.

I told you. Get out of here. Now!

%PCRank %PCName. This is against procedures. And you know it. Go ahead. The key is in the desk. But I have to report this. Immediately.

The key is in the desk. Go ahead. I'm not going to stop you.

Guards! Intruder!

Poor dumb bastard. Now I have to break another mother's heart.

%PCRank %PCName. You know this is against procedures. I can't let you just walk in here. Please. You have to leave.

Didn't you hear me? I said, you have to leave. You're not supposed to be in here. Get out, immediately, or I'll have to use force.

%PCRank %PCName. You know this is against procedures. I do this under protest. The key is in the desk. I don't know how the others are going to take it. But I don't mind telling you -- I don't like it one bit.

I SAID... the key is in the desk. Get on with it.

The key? In the desk.

Guards! Intruder!

You shouldn't be in here. You'd better leave.

You're not supposed to be in here. Get out. Now.

Welcome, Incarnate. I am Conoon Chodala. I was not the one. But I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

Welcome, Incarnate. I am Ane Teria. I was not the one. But I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

Welcome, Incarnate. I am Idrenie Nerothan. I was not the one. But I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

Welcome, Incarnate. I am Erur-Dan. I was not the one. But I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

Welcome, Incarnate. I am Hort-Ledd. I was not the one. But I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall tell you my story.

Welcome, Incarnate, Moon-and-Star Reborn, Hortator, Nerevarine, Mourner of the Tribe Unmourned, Redeemer of the False Gods. I am Peakstar. I was not the one. But I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall answer, if wisdom guides me.

I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall answer.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I feel as though I've just awakened from a dream... a terrible dream of the Sixth House.

I am a Sleeper, one among thousands. I bring you a message. Dagoth Ur calls you, %PCName, and you cannot deny your Lord. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

He said you would come to us. And he was right. Have you come to submit? Or come to die?

So. Have you decided? Have you come to submit? Or come to die?

%PCName. Star-blessed hero? Or the Daedra's Pawn? Only one way to find out. If you have the courage.

I'm a sportsman. I'll give you a fighting chance. Go ahead. Make the first move.

Look! It's Azura's Fool! Look at you. Not a real thing at all. Just a pathetic puppet of prophecy. And you think you can trust the Daedra Lords?

Come on! You're the prophesied Incarnate! Azura has promised you fame and glory! Surely you can't be afraid of me, can you? Don't be shy. With a Daedra Lord for ally and patron, how could you lose? Oh, PLEASE don't hurt me, star-blessed hero!

What are you doing? You have no idea. Poor animal. You struggle and fight, and understand nothing.

A bug. A weed. A piece of dust. Busy, busy, busy.

What? What use is speech? If you will not submit, you must be destroyed.

For our fallen brother, we claim our revenge.

What? What use is speech? If you will not submit, you must be destroyed.

For our fallen brother, we claim our revenge.

What? What use is speech? If you will not submit, you must be destroyed.

For our fallen brother, we claim our revenge.

What? What use is speech? If you will not submit, you must be destroyed.

For our fallen brother, we claim our revenge.

What? What use is speech? If you will not submit, you must be destroyed.

For our fallen brother, we claim our revenge.

WHERE ARE YOU, LORD? We cannot hear you.... SPEAK to us! PLEASE!

What are you? Where is this place? I'm so tired, LET ME SLEEP!

The chairs. The tables. All confused. We hear the words, and must speak them. We take them, and arrange them, but still, they will not be quiet.

Everything is wrong. This is not straight. This is too high. This is in my way. We must put them right.

We do not fear death. Life is a dream. Blood is a dream. We sleep in one soul, the soul of Lord Dagoth.

What are you? Nothing. Why are you here? You do not know.

You have betrayed Lord Dagoth. Taste his vengeance.

You will die, false one. Your flesh will feed us all.

We have you in our eye, %PCName. We see you, waking and sleeping.

We see you, false one. Your flesh will feed us all.

What are you doing? You have no idea. Poor animal. You struggle and fight, and understand nothing.

A bug. A weed. A piece of dust. Busy, busy, busy.

At the lonely hour of midnight, I fly, when stars are weeping. Beneath the echo of souls, my spirit sleeping.

Fire, poisons, claws, pincers, wheels... what slave knows what the lover feels?

What? What use is speech? If you will not submit, you must be destroyed.

For our fallen brother, we claim our revenge.

I have you in my eye. I see you, %PCName, and my Lord sees you.

Your are welcome, %PCName. You are in no danger.

The chairs. The tables. All confused. We hear the words, and must speak them. We take them, and arrange them, but still, they will not be quiet.

Everything is wrong. This is not straight. This is too high. This is in my way. We must put them right.

We do not fear death. Life is a dream. Blood is a dream. We sleep in one soul, the soul of Lord Dagoth.

What are you? Nothing. Why are you here? You do not know.

WHERE ARE YOU, LORD? We cannot hear you.... SPEAK to us! PLEASE!

What are you? Where is this place? I'm so tired, LET ME SLEEP!

You've done well to come this far. I don't think we have anything to talk about, do we? Then let's get on with it.

I'm ready whenever you are.

I'm not here to talk. I'm here to fight.

Oh, just shut up, will you?

No. I'm sorry. No flowery speeches. No subtle tricks. No formal boasts or challenges. Fight. Or leave. But don't expect me to pass the time of day with you.

Goodbye.

I greet you, %PCName. Or Nerevar. Or whoever you are. I'm Dagoth Endus, brother of Dagoth Ur, and lord of Citadel Endusal. Would you like a little ancient Dagoth brandy?

Yes, %PCName. Before we fight, can I offer you a little ancient Dagoth brandy?

What? You want to talk? You want to surrender? To boast? To talk me to death?

Go ahead, windbag. Talk, talk, talk. Anything to delay your coming defeat.

Well, %PCName. Have you come to serve? Or to challenge my station? Or to try to win Keening?

Consider, %PCName. Where do your best interests lie? It is not too late to serve....

The Sixth House greets you, Lord Nerevar. Or %PCName, as you call yourself. I am known as Dagoth Gares, priest of Ilunibi Shrine, and minister to Sixth House servants. My Lord, Dagoth Ur, has informed me of your coming. I wish that this time you had come to honor your Lord's friendship, not to betray it.

Yes, Lord Nerevar? What would you ask of me? Would you hear of my Lord, Dagoth Ur? Or of the Sixth House, or of Sixth House servants?

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. Your host has called you, %PCName, but you have refused his hospitality. This is what my Lord would say to you. "I have opened my Heart to you. I was generous. Yet you defy me. I regret that you must be destroyed, but none shall stand against me in the hour of my awakening."

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. Your host has called you, %PCName, but you have refused his hospitality. This is what my Lord would say to you. "I have opened my Heart to you. I was generous. Yet you defy me. I regret that you must be destroyed, but none shall stand against me in the hour of my awakening."

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. Your host has called you, %PCName, but you have refused his hospitality. This is what my Lord would say to you. "I have opened my Heart to you. I was generous. Yet you defy me. I regret that you must be destroyed, but none shall stand against me in the hour of my awakening."

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. Your host has called you, %PCName, but you have refused his hospitality. This is what my Lord would say to you. "I have opened my Heart to you. I was generous. Yet you defy me. I regret that you must be destroyed, but none shall stand against me in the hour of my awakening."

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. Your host has called you, %PCName, but you have refused his hospitality. This is what my Lord would say to you. "I have opened my Heart to you. I was generous. Yet you defy me. I regret that you must be destroyed, but none shall stand against me in the hour of my awakening."

The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory. You have defied my Lord Dagoth, and his judgement is death. Flee, and hide, or die where you stand.

You have betrayed Lord Dagoth. Taste his vengeance.

You will die, false one. Your flesh will feed us all.

We see you, false one. Your flesh will feed us all.

We have you in our discerning eye, %PCName. We see you, waking and sleeping.

Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth has awakened. Now Sleepers and Dreamers all are risen, and the dust is blown away. Come to your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.

Can we get moving, %PCRace? We've a long way to go.

Okay, %PCName, we've made it. I thank you for your help, and Rollie would if he were allowed in the city. I really must speak with someone about that. Think how much he'd enjoy visiting this place. He'd be talking about it for days. Oh, I suppose you're wondering about compensation for your trouble?

You have slain one of my tribe. You must pay with your life.

You have slain one of my tribe. You must pay with your life.

You have slain one of my tribe. You must pay with your life.

Are you here to join the Imperial Legion?

You're out of uniform. Talk to me when you're serious.

I'm glad to see you again, %PCName.

What? Another man? Guards! Oh, it's you again. You have my vote, %PCName. But I think it's time for you to leave.

You again! What do you want this time?

Yes, %PCName?

Have you taken care of House Telvanni yet, %PCRank %PCName?

So, have you gathered the votes of the other councilors?

Oh. Goody, goody. Are you going to show me that thing you did again?

What can %Name do for you?

What can I do for you, master?

What are you doing here? Those bastards kicked me out of the Legion...and for what? Idiots, all of them. I'm surprised the fools even knew it was gone. But it's mine now. And that's how it will stay. And you will tell no one!

Well, look who it is. Have I got a bone to pick with you, %PCName.

Well, look who it is. Have I got a bone to pick with you, %PCName.

Well, look who it is. Have I got a bone to pick with you, %PCName.

There you are, %PCName! I have to thank you for helping me find Fons Beren!

There you are, %PCName! I have to thank you for helping me find Sunel Hlas!

There you are, %PCName! I have to thank you for helping me find Goval Ralen!

There you are, %PCName! I have to thank you for helping me find Goval Ralen!

Hello again, %PCName. The arrangements have been made, I take it?

Hello there, %PCName! Any luck helping me meet someone new?

Hello there, %PCRace! Before you take another step, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gaenor, and I'm... well, I'm an entrepreneur of sorts. I was wondering if I could ask a small favor of you.

Weakling! You dare to cross my threshold? You, then, will be the first to fall, before the undead army sweeps across this land like a plague, cleansing it of your flesh. Die, mortal!