The only good preacher is a dead preacher. He's a good preacher now.

What more is there to say? He's gone, and he can go back to warn the rest of those fools that believe in such utter nonsense; should they decide to come back here, they won't receive such a warm welcome.

A nuisance, and nothing more. Should he continue to preach about his worthless excuse of a Temple and whatever other nonsense, I'll see to it that someone puts him down. If he steps foot in this tower however, he'll have more than what he bargained for.

He's dead. I hope the Temple won't send another.

He finally left. I suppose he started seeing reason.

He's that priest who's calling all of us heretics. If he goes on like this, we will put a stop to it. The Master does not take kindly to such... interlopers.

I am Felmo Enlaris, brother of Geroth Enlaris.

Yes?

By the grace of Almsivi, I stand before you.

He was my brother. I still can't believe he's gone.

He's my brother, %PCName. And I've never been particularly keen on family reunions.

Then I shall have to seek him out myself.

Thank you. You will be rewarded, %PCName.

He is my brother, %PCName. Would you mind persuading him to leave?

He is my brother. I suppose he has come here to draw me back into the Temple and my family. He has not spoken to me yet, though. If he continues preaching like this it might end badly. %PCName, would you mind persuading him to cease his preaching?

I heard he died.

I heard he left. About time too. He was really getting on my nerves.

He's just some priest who wandered into our town. He's a bit of a fanatic. It's strange, really. Most of these preachers know to stay far away from Master Vaerin. He must have a good reason for coming to town. And I doubt that it's preaching. He must have some sort of connection here.