Get out of my sight, %PCRace.

All right, he can go. Alam, remove his bracers. Dilborn, never show your face to me again, or I'll slice it off with a rusty spoon, you hear me?

You don't have the cash, %PCRace. Bring it to me when you do. Dilborn doesn't move unless I have the money in my hands.

All right, he can go. Alam, remove his bracers. Dilborn, never show your face to me again, or I'll slice it off with a rusty spoon, you hear me?

You don't have the cash, %PCRace. Bring it to me when you do. Dilborn doesn't move unless I have the money in my hands.

How unfortunate. Boys, go ahead and get rid of that naked Breton monkey. I'll take care of the hero and his witless man-child over here.

You can pay me 1,000 septims, or go away and stop annoying me. What will it be?

Well... I hesitate to set a precedent... but only because I can't abide his constant whining, I'll reduce his ransom to the inconsequential sum of 1,000 septims. Now, are you going to pay for little Dilborn or not?

Not for you, my little %PCRace friend. If they owe me money, even my closest associates have trouble persuading me to back off a debt.

That's right, %PCRace. We indulge in a bit of gambling down here from time to time, away from the prying eyes of the guards, you know? Dilborn is one of our best customers. He currently owes... if my memory serves me right... yes, Dilborn owes me the sum total of 3,000 septims. And he's not leaving here until he pays his debts.