Yes, that scoundrel. He's got my family heirlooms, and I want them back.

What's good for the Empire is good for business, citizen.

I think it would be best if you leave, now!

A member of our Order is a murderer. Find Saprius Entius before the Ordinators do.

I cannot read and write the Dwemer language.

Extracting profit from trade and interest steals wealth from the deserving and puts it in the hands of thieves and extortionists.

Lead me where you will.

What is it, friend?

He's talking to himself. He won't listen to me. He looks very strange. He stares at me funny. And he seems to have lost his shirt. Please. Get him out of there? He's scaring me.

I suggest you go help Shunari, and quickly at that. She may have information we need to figure out what's going on.

Yes, Ajira must study flowers now. Ajira needs samples of Gold Kanet, Stoneflower Petals, Willow Anther, and Heather. These can all be found on the shores of Lake Amaya.

I trust we speak in confidence, sera?

These ordinators are tough. If you open the door, we can make a run for it. Or, if you find the key to these cells, I'll bide my time and sneak out when the Ordinators aren't watching. All the guards use the same key for all the cells. I'm sure there's one somewhere nearby.

It's a big lake toward the northeast. Of course, it's covered by ice, so it's not of much use.

Our mead ish the nectar of Shor himshelf, imported all the way from Shkyrim!

Duke Vedam Dren, Duke of Ebonheart, is head of the Grand Council and Uriel VII's representative on Vvardenfell.

The Morag Tong is weak! I shall defeat you!

I'm badly wounded. Heal me, or let's get some rest so I can get back to full health. Is there anything else on your mind? Do you want to change the plan? Or were you thinking you'd like to improve my effectiveness?

Wind-Eye will tell you more.

Go to the Balmora Council Manor. It is on the hill on the west side of town.

What is this about, Orc?

We were able to trap it upstairs, but no one wants to risk disease by getting close to it. Normally Master Aryon would take care of it, but he's been so busy recently. Are you saying that you're up to the challenge?

Well, perhaps you can settle this issue yourself.

The guys who are making the REAL money are the tax agents and bureaucrats. They take their percentages off the top.

You have returned the Glove of Sanguine Horny Fist.

You want me to work in an egg mine? That's the best thing I've heard in months. I know where Shurdan-Raplay is. I'll meet you there. You didn't waste your money, and I'll prove it to you.

Shall we try and escape?

I'm Daynes Redothril, the Pawnbroker. And you are... soph(ie)? Shall I tell you about my trade? Or would you perhaps be interested in doing a little work for me?

Thanks for making sure we got here safely, . I appreciate it. I'd better get to work. Excuse me.

Die!

The Devil Dagoth Ur is dead, and all his kin. And the Blight has gone, too, and the skies are blue over Red Mountain.

Red Mountain is a terrible place. Dagoth Ur, the ash vampires and his foul host live there. Only the Ghostfence keeps Dagoth Ur from sweeping across Morrowind and killing everyone.

Very well. I'll just take the certificate, and this is yours.

The Writ on Navil and Ranes Ienith has been executed.

Don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll take care of everything.

Someone should teach you some manners.

Clearly, you don't know where you're going. You've wasted two days of my time, and now I won't make it to Koal Cave on time. Thanks for nothing.

Tidings and good wishes to you friend.

Take your drunken war stories elsewhere, braggart.

Kill the beast!

Yes, I can tell you about Ald'ruhn. What did you want to know?

Hello.

You have the Bitter Cup. You need to take it to Eydis Fire-Eye. She's in the Fighters Guild in Balmora.

Why do you approach?

The wickwheat is winnowed, and under the harrow, the earth is prepared for planting. The n'wah must die, and their flesh serve to sweeten the soil.

Nice to see you, friend.

Tiber Septim, Talos, the Dragonborn, Heir to the Seat of Sundered Kings, is the greatest hero-god of Mankind, and worshipped as the protector and patron of just rulership and civil society.

Unwelcome it is.

So Raynasa Rethan is no more. You are a credit to your House, Gabby.

Eeek