You've spoken to Nuncius, have you not? One of our priests. I don't think he's happy to be stationed here, but such is his lot in life.
Cold? This ain't cold. You should try Skyrim. Now THERE'S cold for ya.
Kolfinna will get nothing from me, understand? I did what I had to do. She wasn't there, and neither were you. I...I had no choice. Now leave me be!
Aha! I knew you'd come through, Tankstellensushiconnoisseur! Give me the pelts and gold. Come back tomorrow, same time, and I'll have your custom Snow Bear Cuirass ready.
With such a high price on your head, everyone assumes you are a murderer. %Name doesn't know the details, and doesn't want to know. But we're judged by your actions, and we don't need a reputation for reckless violence.
I'm sorry. I have nothing in that style. But you might try the High Elf Falanaamo. He has a shop in Caldera, and he specializes in the traditional Western styles.
The Morag Tong executes justice on murderers when the law cannot or will not.
It's all yours. Up the stairs to the left. Enjoy your stay.
We are punished by the gods. The wind is our suffering.
Like I said, get the Founder's Helm from Alvis Teri. Do whatever you must to get the helm back, but do not murder Alvis Teri, for that would shame House Redoran.
Jobasha is a friend of mine, a Khajiit. He owns Jobasha's Rare Books, which has a wide selection of rare and obscure books. He has very passionate moral and political views, which he shares freely. As a result, he and his bookshop arouse strong feelings in some quarters.
Good fella, that one. Not worth a damn, but a good fella. Took me all over these parts, looking for that slave. Showed me this place, too, so he's can't be all bad. He seems to like the tradehouse in town. I'm happier in this place. Another drink here!
The raw glass deposits here on Vvardenfell are the richest in the world. There's a fortune in raw glass here. It all used to belong to the Temple, but now it belongs to the Emperor -- or anyone of his cronies he gives a mine charter.
These are strange times, my friend. The people are frightened.
Well. Perhaps your reputation is not all that it might be. But I like you, and I trust my instincts. If you can find Kagrenac's Planbook and Kagrenac's Journals and bring them to me, I will do my best to restore Wraithguard to its proper functions.
Then why are you here wasting my time? Kill that tramp and bring me her ring. I want her dead, understand?
So. You're the Nerevarine? Well, that means nothing to me, f'lah. I don't care if you're the damn Emperor.
I got the equipment from yeh. I've got nothin' more to say.
I do not have any chores for you. Check with my patron, Master Neloth, or with the other Mouths.
Claudia Quinta! What are you doing here? Uh... there's a perfectly good explanation for this, I assure you...
Rank has privilege, Hugo Gordon. And the really GOOD services, like mine, are reserved for higher ranks.