Damn that cockered, scrib-sucking son-of-a-Hammerfell-whore. The idiot got himself killed. No loss, you'll say, and I won't argue with you, but it leaves me without an apprentice. If you find any able-bodied young person looking for work, let them know I need a new apprentice.

Damn that cockered, scrib-sucking son-of-a-Hammerfell-whore. He left me just a few hours ago without so much as a wave goodbye. Just walked out the door. Well, good riddance, I suppose, but I still need an apprentice. If you find any able-bodied young person looking for work, let them know I need a new apprentice.

Aye, he's my apprentice, and the last Imperial apprentice I'll ever be forced into taking, that's for sure. He doesn't do a lick of work, preferring to sit around cleaning those damned fingernails of his and telling me what a bloody oaf I am. I doubt he'll be around much longer to bother me. He seems drawn to death like a lodestone.