Frorkvald's Letter

I've traveled all the way from Skyrim to sample this city's hospitality, yet I have found it quite lacking. I speak, of course, of the famed elven brews. Mazte, shein, even sujamma -- It is all as weak and watery as the race that creates it. Give me one crate of good Nord mead, and I will have you and your fishbrew out of business within the month.

Your incompetence has left me wanting, and I see no other form of restitution than trial by arms. As the challenged, you are of course free to choose the time, place, and methods. If you should refuse, I will have no choice but to desecrate your ancestral tomb. Your skeletons and ghosts should be no match for a Nord warrior such as me.

Frorkvald the Stoker