What do you think's the first thing he orders when he comes through my door? Glass of mazte? Bowl of soup? Scrib jerky? No, he asks me to sell him a pot of ink. Ink! They make odd sorts out west, I tell you, even the native Dunmer. It's the Cyrod influence, seeping over the Velothis.

I came out in the middle of the night, just recently, and the whole place was dark except for a little sliver of light under his door. That's the second one from the right, north side of the common room. He's costing us a fortune in candles!

That's the name of my neighbor, isn't it? An unusual mer. Has more ink than dirt under his fingernails.

He's a guest here. An odd sort of traveling worker, given he doesn't do much of either. Mostly keeps to his room or makes conversation with the other guests.

One of our guests. If you can't find him in the common room downstairs, he's probably in the room he rented. Guest rooms are on the north side of the common room -- his is the second from the right.

That's me.

This is... concerning. It doesn't prove Folms Tenim is with the Thieves Guild, but what reason would a traveling worker have for a note like this? Felmaru Llendu has warned me of Hlaalu and Imperial plots to seize our wealth and our land -- I need only look west to see her evidence. Perhaps he is their agent. Well, I can't imprison him for having a note. But I will advise the Elvals to move him along, and the guards to refuse entry should he return. Thank you for bringing this matter to my attention.

You accuse an innocent mer of associating with a foreign criminal cabal, without even a shred of proof? You do not impress me, %PCRace.

That is a serious allegation. Do you have proof?

Nothing to report? Then be about your business.

He died -- apparently in a brawl -- at the Elval Tradehouse. The Elvals are usually very good at keeping the peace.

According to my guards he left town already. He appears to know these roads well: I doubt you'll catch him.

He's a commoner from the west, staying with the Elvals. What of him?

It's a bad job. That elf's got a heart of ice -- you're not likely to get him swinging at you first. And if you jump him, you wanna make sure you finish him quickly and get out of there quicker, before the whole tradehouse descends on you. These Redorans don't mess around with their blades. But they don't much like the Thieves Guild either. I can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe there's another way to get rid of Folms Tenim... without violence.

You're expelled, %PCName. Make amends and then we can talk about your work.

You got rid of him. Just like I asked.

I heard his blood's cooling on the floor of Elval Tradehouse. Or maybe it's swishing around in the mop bucket of one of them Elval girls. Either way, you did good, %PCRank. Take these, and know I've got more work coming your way.

I heard Folms made his own way out of town, soon after I sent you to get rid of him. This tells me one of two things: either you're slicker than I thought, or you're dumber than a kwoom. I'm thinking it's the latter. So understand this, %PCRank: when I say "get rid of", I mean "kill". Not send him home with a packed lunch! But I didn't idiot-proof my instructions to you, so I'll take the blame. And you take this: maybe it'll help you to remember that your work isn't to make friends, it's to make bodies.

I heard that the guards over the other side of the river got wise to Folms' connections, and they put him back on the road. Understand this, %PCRank: when I say "get rid of", I mean "kill". Not send him home with a packed lunch! But I didn't idiot-proof my instructions to you, so I'll take the blame. And you take this: maybe it'll help you to remember that your work isn't to make friends, it's to make bodies.

Blade between the ribs; short, sharp rap to the head; douse him in magickal fire -- I don't care how you do it, just get rid of him.

He's a guest at the Elval Tradehouse over in Ald Marak. Or so he says. I say he's got Thieves Guild written all over him. Burah-Wan sized him up, and she's convinced his Kragenmoor accent is the only real thing about him. I can't have the Thieves Guild poking around our business, not while we're still getting our feet under us. So I need you get rid of him. I don't care how you do it.

You'll find him in the Elval's tradehouse. If you have anything to report about a visitor to Ald Marak, speak to Commander Delis Llethri in the Kogotel.

He's staying here at the tradehouse. Friendly enough, but vague. Maybe he's simple.