After the massacre you caused, I doubt the Brave Coda will be finding a new crew any time soon.

You don't need to worry about them anymore.

So you stirred up a brawl in the market? Expertly done, %PCRace. It's a shame that the young mer was killed, but such is the price of doing business. The investigation will give us plenty of time for Drissa Vendil's long-awaited repairs. Of course, the necessary bribes to keep that savage Orc from the executioner wil have to be deducted from your fee.

So you stirred up a brawl in the market? Expertly done, %PCRace. I'll tell the guards to take the crew into custody for a few days, which should give us plenty of time to perform Drissa Vendil's long-awaited repairs. Here: good work warrants good pay.

Distract them by any means necessary. But try to not get entangled in a brawl or anything of that sort -- I need you to be able to report back to me freely.

My offer stands. And I trust you'll be wise enough not to go blabbing about this deal around town. Hlan Oek belongs to the Camonna Tong, and the Tong doesn't like outlanders who can't still their tongues.

I knew you'd see it my way. Distract them however you can, and then return to me as quickly as possible. I will then pass on the orders to my dockworkers.

Two of them, to be exact. Qaidilwe, the Altmer, is keeping an eye on the inside of the ship. Tharkul gro-Sham, a filthy Orc drunkard, is hanging around the market near the docks, watching the Brave Coda from the outside. We can't move the skooma aboard with the two of them on guard duty. I think you can help me with that. If you can organize a distraction for the crew of the Brave Coda, I'll pay you 400 drakes. How does that sound, outlander?

An Orc called Tharkul gro-Sham and an Altmer called Qaidilwe. An odd crew, but they work together remarkably well.

That's me and Qaidilwe. Medyn Arns is lucky it's me on shore leave and not Qai, because she'd already have put a dagger through his eye, way he's been talking.

That's me and Tharkul. He got shore leave and I got repairs duty, though these so-called "shipbuilders" haven't let me do anything but watch. I don't mind, though. Tharkul's got my back and I've got his.

Qaidilwe and Tharkul gro-Sham are my crew. They're an odd pair, but loyal to me, and to each other. You couldn't wish for a better crew than that.