Thank you so much for your help, %PCName. Please, allow me to teach you this chameleon spell as a reward.

Now we just need to undo the effects of my illusion experiment.

May he rest in peace.

There... the deed is done. Poor Clivius, if only his heart had been made of stronger stuff. May he rest in peace.

[Together you bury Clivius in a shallow roadside grave.]

You have a shovel? Excellent! Let's get to work.

Come back when you've got the shovel. Poor Clivius deserves a proper burial.

I really wish you'd reconsider.

Thank you, %PCName. First, you could help me by finding a shovel. I wish to bury poor Clivius. We will need a shovel to dig him a grave. I think you could buy one somewhere in Bal Foyen... or maybe you could go and get one from one of the Hlaalu plantations that are nearby? I would get the shovel myself, but after what happened to Clivius, I dare not to show my face in public.

Well, alright... it might be partially my fault that he's dead. The poor old man was traveling down the road, you see, and I tried to wave him down to stop and help me. He just screamed and clutched his chest. A weak heart, I suppose. Very unfortunate. But now that *you* are here, could I perhaps rely on you for some help?