You have been expelled, %PCClass. %Name does not want to discuss orders with you until you make amends.

He is disposed of.

Vinipter is dead? Splendid, %PCRank. Ilvi is pleased, and we have one less competitor. This is your reward. Speak to %Name when you are ready for more orders.

Crito Vinipter is a mercenary from out west. Took a job from the Hlaalu to take care of an Indoril agent. The esteemed Indoril Ilvi is displeased with this, but the Morag Tong cannot do such work. And so we must take care of our friend Ser Vinipter. He is somewhere here in Almas Thirr. Ask the locals. Perhaps if you have friends of the criminal variety, they can help you track him down. Kill him, and %Name will have your pay.

What are you, some low-rate Guild sellsword? Try it. We'll see who kills who.

Watch yourself, %PCRace.

That's me. What's it to you?

Crito? He's lying low at the Pious Pirate. It's on the south side of the city, around all the docks. He's got a quick temper, so be careful what you say to him.

Crito? Perhaps I know something. But why should I tell you?

%Name hasn't heard of him. Ask someone else.

I haven't heard of him. Ask someone else.

He was the Imperial over there. He's dead now.

He's the Imperial over there. In the bonemold armor.

He was the Imperial over there. He's dead now.

He's the Imperial over there. In the bonemold armor.

%Name saw him downstairs.

I think he's here downstairs.

%Name saw him around the southern docks.

I think I saw him around the southern docks.

%Name saw him around the southern docks.

I think I saw him around the southern docks.

%Name saw him around the southern docks.

I think I saw him around the southern docks.

%Name hasn't heard of him. Ask someone else.

I haven't heard of him. Ask someone else.