"I came here as a hatchling. The only thing colder than Skyrim is the Nords themselves, but we stick together."

Men are all alike, from Skyrim to Hammerfell. They care only for war and politics, and treat their women like cattle.

"Watch yourself, Imperial."

Dah, I was done talkin' anyway!

"Favor the bow, eh? I'm a sword man myself."

. l . . . . .

You look like you could do with a ripe apple, tomato, cabbage, or a leek.

"Welcome to the Retching Netch Cornerclub, home of the finest sujamma that will ever grace your lips."

"If you've got the coin, you're welcome here; otherwise, hit the road."

I aint done nuthin'!

Working at the Riften fishery is tedious, but it puts some coin in my pocket.

"Well one of us has to do something!"

I'm still trying to figure out why Kodlak let you in here.

"Half of Skyrim knows. Old hag gets butchered in her own orphanage? Things like that tend to get around."

Say, didn't I see you coming out of there. . . ?

"If you'll excuse me, I must return to my duties."

C'mon, come on! The sooner you buy, the sooner I can get drunk.

"Everything's for sale my friend. Everything. If I had a sister I'd sell her in a second."

Everyone has a price. And a pain threshold.

I'll show you to your room. Right this way.

If there's anything else you need, just let me know.

Need something?

You hungry, thirsty or both?

One of the new servants? Remember: I like my meat rare.

Got some good pieces here if you're looking to buy. More inside!

That depends. You looking to defend yourself . . . or deal some damage?

You're like me, hey? Don't fancy those two-handed weapons.

There's no glory in war. It's just something they tell soldiers so they risk their lives.

A wanderer like you should have plenty of tales to tell. But... I'm afraid I'm too busy to listen.

Enjoy your stay and don't break nothing.

Hmm? .. Mmm hmm yah....

Spells and incantations. For those with the talent to cast them.

I serve Jarl Balgruuf as steward.

Another wanderer, here to lick my father's boots. Good job.

Someday when I grow up, I want to become the jarl of Winterhold.

...retire one day...get myself an island.

Gonna start keeping a knife in my boot. Tired of gettin' disarmed.

Sure thing. It's yours for a day.

Someday ... I'll be a gallant heroine. You make it seem so easy!

Just picture it. Two women, the dusty road, men at every tavern, a fortune in gold to be made!


(ironically, when Claire began to inquire about this bard's adventuring skills, she shut down. Confessed she wasn't really all that good, which is the CSR mod. But the dialog above is completely vanilla. I agree with CSR, she would probably get pwned on her first fight!)

Let's sate that appetite, hmm?

Depends. Are you thirsty, hungry, both?

You stupid lizard! I said give me some more drink, or I'll have your head on a pike!

It's a fine day with you around.

As if Skyrim didn't have enough outsiders. Now we've got mercenaries from Hammerfell wandering about.

Eyes open. Danger could be anywhere.

See you around, my beauty.

{Heard this for the first time today from Susannah the Wicked in Candlehearth.}

I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Hammerfell.

Do you see those warriors from Hammerfell? They've got curved swords. Curved. Swords.

I think by now I've killed one of every living thing in Skyrim. Maybe time for a trip to Morrowind?

When I've made enough money, I'm going to return to Morrowind in high style.

Being surrounded by music, good drink, and good friends is all I ever asked for.