They've made a fetching mess of it, I'll tell you that. With Porcilla Dythos dead and nobody to replace her, I won't be getting my cargo back anytime soon.

Right now, I feel like it exists just to spite me.

They say there are only two certainties in this life: death and taxes. At least you helped me out of that last one. Thank you.

Imperial regulations make Great House politics seem almost tame in comparison.

Almalexia bless your good sense, outlander. Go, speak to Porcilla Dythos, the clerk, about my confiscated cargo. She's in the room to the right.

I expected more from you, %PCRank.

Outlanders, all the fetching same. Get on with you, then!

I am an %Rank of House Indoril, and as bad fortune would have it, a shipmaster under Imperial law. My cargo has been confiscated, and my ship, the Pious Toiler, was forced to sail away without it. Oh, what will the clerks back on Gorne say? This will bring disgrace to my lord's name. Blast that Porcilla Dythos! She has always had it out for our thrice-blessed house! As a fellow member of House Indoril, will you assist me in retrieving my cargo?

I am an %Rank of House Indoril, and as bad fortune would have it, a shipmaster under Imperial law. My cargo has been confiscated, and my ship, the Pious Toiler, was forced to sail away without it. Oh, what will the clerks back on Gorne say? This will bring disgrace to my lord's name. Blast that Porcilla Dythos! She has always had it out for our thrice-blessed house! Perhaps she would be more reasonable dealing with a fellow outlander. Will you assist me in retrieving my cargo?

They've made a fetching mess of it, I'll tell you that. But what would an outlander like you care? Leave me to my troubles.