I'm Irene Metrich. If you needed to know more, you'd already know.

Indeed. Another mysterious visitor.

Farewell. May the roads carry you safely in your journeys

Welcome. If you wish to talk, it's really no trouble at all.

Skjorta is a nuisance. She was running around town, drunk and naked again.

OH that's good, that's really too much!

I work hard. Folks like Skjorta and Olfand give us Nords a bad name, drinking and carrying on until all hours.

Good afternoon.

I swear I didn't know that was your pig. Eh? Oh. Sorry, I looked like someone else just then.

Looks like you are in some trouble. Since we�re friends; don�t worry. I�ll look the other way and take care of that fine for you

Look at the muscles on you!

You�ve got some rather nimble fingers. What have you been getting in to...?

Meet me behind the Great Chapel at midnight. Don't let anyone follow you. I'll make it worth your while.

[Heh. I don't known if you're familiar with the old British Carry On films (non-stop innuendo and insinuation, basically) but I can't help but imagine your last line as read by the great Kenneth Williams.]

Pst! You! Yeah, you! Over here. I�ve got what you need




Don�t know who that is, but it sounds like I would enjoy those movies

[COUGH]

Be seeing you.

Sleepy, are you? Be careful, you might be ill. Or dying. You never know...

Gal bursten it

[What, mirocu??? I don't even...]

Speak, madman.

That's from Shivering Isles; that (nutty) guy you talk to regarding the Fork of Horripilation.

Somehow, I went to the right place, at least. (If you don't understand it, it has to be from the Isles I guess).

Sounds about right, lol.

"Listen to Bolwing! His tongue is tied, but his mind is unraveled! "

and later:

"The blind shall see,the lame shall walk,
the short shall tall, Forks for all!"

Rainy roo, rainy roo

You're in good company friend. Welcome!

Aren't you precious? Do you really not know? Haven't you noodled it all through yet?

Nords who drink either get friendly or mean. I�m here to deal with the mean ones

Go away fool!

You want meee? You suuure? I�m Vigge. I�m Mages Guild but I don�t train or anything

Do I really have to spell it out for you? You're a man, and I'm a woman with a certain desire. You figure out the rest.

Do you enjoy spending time at Olav�s Tap and Tack?

Sure.

It�s a good.... inexpensive place for travelers

Rats? They've got Fighters Guild people out killing rats? You're kidding, right?

A hated one.

I assume you didn't risk your own life to come here to tell me something I already know. Who are you and what do you want?

You wnat me? You suuure? I'm Vigge. I'm Mage's Guild, but I don't traaain or anything.

Do you enjoy spending time at Olav�s Tap and Tack?

This is worse than I thought.

Olav makes everyone feel welcome

Is that possible? This is grave news indeed.

By the way... do you happen to know what the fine is here in Cyrodiil for necrophilia? Just asking.

First offense?

No doubt.

Here's the procedure. We go to the castle. First we search you, confiscate any stolen goods. Then you pay your fine, and we release you.

An honor, to be sure!

Golly, you're the best! I'm going to follow you and watch you and worship the ground you walk on! Let's go!

Isn't Right-wind a gifted swordsman?

I don't know who you are friend, but you've got about ten seconds to tell me what you're doing in my Bloodworks before I lop your arms off.

Guards!! Assault!! ASSAULT!!!

What a fool you are.