When I came to, I found that the door to my studio was still locked, and that the thief had snatched my paintbrush. That's when I saw it.

I'm afraid you lack the funds to rent a room. Perhaps you should consider resting somewhere else?

We pray, fellow knight! First and foremost, we pray. The Nine must bless us, and strengthen us. Only then will we be ready.

Very well. I presume he gave you some indication of where the staff is now located? Take these, and go resolve the situation.

You are very close to earning the reward for completing the set of ten. I urge you to redouble your efforts!

Come on. My men will need all the help they can get today.

I haven't time to talk right now, I'm afraid. But I'm sure one of the other Blades can help. Try speaking with Belisarius, or Caroline.

If you need training, Athragar has a reputation for being very good with Alteration. You might consider speaking to him about it.

Yeah, right. 'Til next time.

All things speak with the voice of life... even the bones of the earth.

One of the oldest trees, named the Tree of Shades, lies in the halls of Milchar. Milchar is a place of ruin, root, and mania.

I am no match for Mankar Camoran, but perhaps together we can find a way to defeat him. Lead on.

Oh... I see. Well, if you change your mind, come see me and I can fill you in on the details. Please, reconsider soon... I'm worried about him.

What is your wish?

Wonderful! Time for a celebration... Cheese for everyone!

I know this place ... the prison?

You'd be smart to stay with the rest of the group. It's just not safe to go wandering off alone with a killer on the loose.

But you're still going to stop the Greymarch. Stop Jyggalag... Me... from destroying My Realm.

I'm sorry. Luronk gro-Glurzog is my name. I don't get about very much. For various reasons.

Good luck.

Go then. I will hold off on my attack to give you a chance to reconsider. But I will not wait forever.

Goblins. Ugh. Evil, foul-smelling little brutes.

Here is your reward and bonus. Both have been well earned. Go now and rest, and may the Night Mother guard your dreams.

Behold the new hero of the people of Cyrodiil! Behold, your Arena Grand Champion, the Black Arrow!

Where has Sheogorath gone? Does he not realize the danger Sheer-Meedish is in?

The Knights have returned with a vengeance, their blades stained with blood. Who will be able to stop them, to stem this deadly flood?

I suppose I can trust you with this information. After all, if you can help me recover my stolen gold, you may find yourself earning some of it.

I heard what happened to him. I wonder if the Mages Council will do anything?

Don't know why you'd want to cover up that gorgeous head of yours, but here you go.

She's got terrible manners. Being her friend may be a lot of work. But my sniffer says she might be worth it.

Wonderful! Weatherleah is ours!

I hate it here. Came here with Edla. All these snooty Southerners. And damn guards won't let anyone have any fun.

A new adventurer may set foot in the Shivering Isles, I hear. Perhaps I will bake him a fine treat in case our paths should cross.

He can't be the killer! He can't! I won't believe it! Get away from me!

I'm not much of a reader, myself.

Lucien isn't here very often. His duties with the Black Hand keep him very busy, so he trusts me to keep the Sanctuary in order.

Yes, honored Listener! I shall become shadow!

Our Lord is always acquainted with Sorceress Verenim's current whereabouts. Her affections have caused Him unnecessary annoyance in the past.

Did your human master let you off the leash? Crawl back under his table. Maybe he'll throw you a bone to gnaw on.

Raynil is staying in the last room down the hall upstairs. Here's the key.

Oh, you mean my research subjects? Don't trouble yourself with their fates. They are volunteers, of one sort or another. making light of the fact that these people are suffering greatly, as if they were nothing but labratory rats.

Now we need only one more item, and we'll be ready to open a portal to Mankar Camoran's realm...

You there. I have an update for you.

I told her she was crazy, but she insisted. Women have a way of getting men to do what they want. So we did it. We ambushed the shipment.

Until now, we numbered only seven, but attacked like a regiment. Our enemies quake at our approach, and falter at our charge. Huzzah!

I see.

Oh, I knew it. I just knew something like this had happened!

All I did was fall down, sure. Maybe even vomited on the floor of the tavern. Charge me six times, Ulrich... charge me you fetcher??!

Dalvilus have lived here peacefully with Ulfgars for generations. As leaders, Hrol Ulfgar and I work hard to preserve that tradition.

This first chamber is the Chamber of the Gnarl.