Just look at this...
Bloody rain, ever since i arrived! Unbearable! Oh well.. selling stolen goods will probably cheer me up. All they have here is a.. tradehouse.. hmpf.
You must be Arrille? I expected someone.. taller.
(Altmers - High Elves - are the tallest playable race in the game)Wha-- don't you cough at people!
Arrille : Who might you be? I don't deal with convicts!
C--convict?! I'm a trader, and i shall not be insulted!
Arrille : Oh really..? Where might you come from? Prove that you're not a f-
Balmora, Southern Wall. I assume i will be receiving a discount, for these false accusations?
Arrille : ...
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Arrille : ...Very well.
And thus begins my career as salesman! With this new outfit i finally feel ready for challenges ahead of me.
Arrille's behavior was understandable, and even if it was not, he repaid me generously for the incredible insults..
..Some day he may even realize just how generous he is. Or not. What do i care anyway? I wonder if i will be able to sell him his own equipment..
Is it really a crime? I would say it's Science. These studies of Altmer intelligence - or lack thereof - may prove useful for the future generations!
Arrille : What are you mumbling about?
Nothing, my friend, i'm still shunned by how high the quality of your goods is.
Arrille : Perhaps i can interest you in some spells too, in that case?
Very well, fair Arrille, show me what you've got. Nothing has picked my interest just yet-- except the fireball spell perhaps.
To self : One can never explore the wood without means to burning it down.
Arrille : What was that..?
I've said, that fireballs form the prettiest patterns when cast at dawn.
With pleasantries out of the way, and a sack filled with gold, i shall look for something to do. Taverns such as this one always attract the worst scum. Murderers, thieves, tax collectors. Just a single look at them tells me a thousand stories of pillaging, raping and necromancy.
Hrisskar : You were saying?
Ah yes, i have called you folks murderers, thieves and tax collectors.
Hrisskar : You won't survive long in this world if you don't make any friends.
I'm sixty two.
Isn't Fargoth that dried out shell of a wood elf? Stealing from such a pathetic creature would be unethical and cruel beyond imagination. Tell me more.
Hrisskar : Try following him after midnight, he often sneaks out somewhere, i was unable to follow his steps though.
I have no trouble believing that, you could hardly keep track of this conversation. Are you aware that i have insulted you seventeen times during your monologue? No, don't trouble yourself with it, i shall find your friends gold and return to you with it.
Hrisskar : Good. One more thing, friend. What might your name be?
Caius Cosades.