Heh, I suspect Fedrin must now actually compete to stay wealthy.

You've done it? Good! You haven't just helped me, %PCRace. You've struck a blow for all of us whom the Empire has left behind. Here, take this for your trouble. I am but a poor clothier, but I help those who aid me.

Please take care of the shipment. I can't compete with Fedrin unless something is done.

A shame. I suppose it is asking a great deal. Please let me know if you change your mind.

Wonderful. You'll need this bottle. It contains a reagent that will disintegrate any cloth it is exposed to. Take it to Fedrin's shipment that just arrived outside the Census and Excise office and pour it in. Make sure that all the clothes are in there when you do. Depriving Firewatch's wastrels of the latest haute couture will be another happy result of your mission. You'll have to evade the guards, but I'm sure that'll be a simple matter for someone like you.

I suppose that's the way of things.

It's good to see another who recognizes how badly the system is slanted. Certainly, I could protest. But who would listen to a fellow like me? Certainly not the Census and Excise officials. But perhaps you could help. Fedrin's latest shipment is currently at the Census and Excise office. These are fine moth-silks brought in from Cyrodiil, destined for Firewatch's bureaucrats and courtiers. Unless, of course, someone were to sabotage them. Would you be interested in doing this?

Yes, I'm sure you know of Fedrin if you've spent any time in the richer parts of Firewatch. He sells his moth-silks and other fabrics to the well-connected. And, since he is well-connected, he only gets wealthier. The bureaucrats at the Census and Excise office wave his shipments through with barely an inspection. Meanwhile, mine languish in storage. Not a fair system, is it? One could hardly blame a poor shopkeeper from taking matters into his own hands.