Hello, big brother!

Where else? You have to be here. This is THE City. The BIG City. Why waste time in little places?

I will meet Martin at the Chapel. When all is ready, I will order my men to stop closing the Gates and prepare for battle.

Goodbye, magister.

I'm so hungry.

To speak with Vaermina, you must offer a black soul gem to the Daedra Lord.

So, you saw them? The altars must be infused with some kind of power to change over the soul gems.

We're doomed. The Greymarch can't be stopped. We'll all be Ordered like the old tales tell.

Let's see if we can't teach you a thing or two.

The prophecies are vague on this point. Cross check it.

Bought it maybe ten years ago when it was decommissioned. Had to gut the whole thing to make room, but kept it seaworthy.

Do I like the fights? Of course! Everyone likes the fights! The thrill of battle, the sting of defeat. A wonderful time.

The sixth guest has finally arrived! Well it's about time! Do you know how long we've been waiting? It seems like an age!

I'll get mine. Folks in this city got plenty of gold. Take from the rich and give to the poor, if you catch my drift.

I can truly consider you an equal, and so grant you the rank of Master-Wizard. There is no higher rank which I can bestow upon you.

You're a fine negotiator.

If you're looking to buy cheap spells, Edgar's is the place to look.

That's Ysabel. She's sort of the Arena den mother. She handles the logistical stuff, as well as the training of the Grand Champion.

I also get the sense that he's very eager to find the gold. I can't imagine his life of servitude to the Empire left him with much to retire on.

As you wish, Lord Crusader.

She didn't, huh? Hmph. But, you've taken care of the problem, and I suppose that's what counts. Thanks for that. Here's your payment.

Oh-ho!(combat dialogue not triggered by combat) Triumphant cry as an attack hits.

I am Ambroise Canne, grape-grower for Surilie Brothers. I'm also an advanced trainer for weapon and shield parries.

Yes, honored Listener? Do you have orders for me?

I'm afraid the settlement of Split has been the victim of recent attacks. Your aid would be appreciated, I'm sure.

3, 4... I sure don't like my double. 5, 6... She doesn't count right.

Raven-Biter runs the Choosy Beggar. Not a bad place.

The Imperial line is dead, and the gods have forsaken us.

I don't see any scamps, or the staff!

You coming to the gathering tonight?

Excellent! This is exciting news indeed, magister! Just think of the possible advances in Restoration and Alteration!

Take heed the knife that strikes from behind.

She looks pretty shaken, doesn't she? I can't tell if it's genuine fear or just really good acting. She's as much a suspect as anyone, don't forget.

Yeah, well, what's it been? Seven, eight years? We've had a good long run, you and me. I always knew it would end someday.

Jollring, the butler. I've served Master Umbacano for many years.

I've lost my way. This place looks so familiar, but I can't remember how I got here. Can you help me?

How dare you accuse me without enough evidence to back up your story!

So I wanted somebody murdered! So I prayed to the Night Mother! What, is that a crime now? They even took my house, those bastards! Agghhh!

Is this the best your pathetic guild could do? If so, our work will be easier than I suspected. And to think, Traven has sent you to defeat us?

I'm afraid she may take a bit more convincing than you.

Tamriel is just one more Daedric realm of Oblivion, long since lost to its Prince when he was betrayed by those that served him.

Who will survive this week's epic battle of combatant versus beast? Let's find out! Lower the gates!

For this match we've got some fresh meat, two brand new Pit Dogs! So let's not waste any time! Let the battle... begin!

Oh, just get away from me! My relationship with Faelian is none of your business!

You've done well. Because of your efforts, you have achieved the rank of Swordsman of the Fighters Guild.

I should have known they could find it. Little can remain hid from a Daedra Lord. I underestimated the enemy. It will not happen again.

However, by some trick, they trapped one of my agents, the Xivilai Anaxes, in a cave.

I'll buy sweetrolls from Salmo the Baker any day. Once, I was carrying a sweetroll when three thugs attacked me. So, I took the sweetroll....

Hooray!

Found it, have you? Silenced the hands that betrayed, and took what was mine? Then let me have the stone, so that the voices can be shut out.