It was a humble affair. But I have never felt more blessed in my entire life.

I am a married man now. Can you believe it? Yes, after the battle in the Canalworks, we sought refuge in the Temple and were wed by one of the priests there. It was Drolora's idea, actually. A stroke of genius, for now we have the blessing of Almsivi and the protection of the Temple law. One more thing, %PCName. I made this for you. I can never fully repay the debt I owe you. But please take this as a start. And don't forget to speak with Drolora before you leave.

Meet us in my family's farmhouse in two days. You'll always be a welcome guest at our stead.

Me and Drolora will never forget what you've done for our reunion. We'll seek refuge here at the Temple until everything settles down. Meet us again in two days, when we return to my family's farmhouse.

Still, I have one last favor to ask you to do... Can you consider joining me in Almas Thirr? I've seen those weapons Atran Oran's thugs carry. I know they are proficient in their use. It's just... I'm not sure if I can do this on my own. Please met me in the city, near the Canalworks entrance under the bridge in the east part of the canton. I'll appreciate it greatly.

But Drolora is also the light of my life. What is the point in living without her? These past few weeks have been miserable. My heart is a great shadow that hangs over all. What is the point of this coward's life? I know what must be done, %PCName. I must go to Drolora, even if it means my own destruction. It is the honorable and courageous thing to do. I lived my whole life in fear and trepidation until I met Drolora. Now I must be bold like her. I must go and make preparations.

Drolora... I should have known she would try something like this. That woman is going to get me killed. Listen, I do love her dearly, %PCName, but she doesn't understand. The worst she can expect from her father is a slap on the wrist and a reduction in allowance. But if Atran gets his hands on me, I'm as good as dead. He might even bring harm to my family. By Azura, who knows what he is capable of!

Did she ask you for help? Please, %PCName, do as she says.

Deliver her one last poem, %PCName.

Thank you, %PCName, thank you! Drolora has been locked away in the main tower of Oran Plantation, right on the top floor of it. It's the tallest structure on the plantation. Until the guards start recognizing you, you should be able to reach the tower unmolested. Here is the poem. Deliver it straight to Drolora's hands. I'm counting on you.

I understand. Please come speak to me again if you change your mind.

I am too much of a coward to defy Atran's will. He rose to power in the fighting pits of Narsis, did you know that? He has vast resources at his disposal and I would never stand a chance against him. But I do want Drolora to know that I will never forget about her. I have written her one last poem, and I need someone to act as courier on my behalf. Perhaps you have the means and the inclination to help me deliver it?

I am Indoril, the son of a poor netch herder. Drolora is Hlaalu, and an Oran no less. Her father, Atran Oran, is a prominent councilor, wealthy plantation owner, and malicious thug. He discovered us together recently, and let me tell you, I barely escaped with my life. I dare not return to Oran Plantation for fear of being murdered by his guards. And yet, life is hardly worth living without her! I am beside myself, outlander. I don't know what to do.

Have you changed your mind? Will you deliver her one last poem of mine in the name of love?

Yes, her name is Drolora, and she is the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes upon. She is also intelligent and wise, with poetry in her heart. She made me feel like anything was possible when I was with her... But now I'm afraid that's all over. Her family has forbidden us from seeing each other. I suppose it matters not that we are in love, and destined to be together. Her father made his feelings on the subject very clear. I will never be allowed to see her again.

She is Drolora Teloth now, my daughter by law. I am teaching her to cook, among other things. She will need to learn to pull her own weight in this household. We have quite a ways to go.

I've never met the girl, but Dolvys will speak of nothing else. Truly, I cannot understand what my son is thinking. There are plenty of perfectly acceptable women on this side of the Thirr. Why bother with some treacherous Hlaalu coinseeker? It is beyond me.

She joined our family when she married our son, Dolvys. Her name is Drolora Teloth now. I would have preferred a more traditional union, but I suppose she is a nice enough girl.

Surely you have heard of Atran Oran, the wealthiest and most dangerous of the Hlaalu lords. Drolora Oran is his daughter. Somehow, against all odds, my foolish son has become fixated on her. It is a hopeless folly, if you ask me. Please don't encourage him to pursue it any further.

I thank you for bringing this matter to my attention, but I will speak no more of her.

Do not speak that name in my presence again. I'm warning you, outlander.