Yes, that's me.

I've explained this again and again -- to the woman at the desk, to the captain, to anyone who will listen. I suppose I'll have to explain it to you, too. My husband was killed by the Camonna Tong.

Fine. I can see that the oaths of the western men are taken lightly, and mean nothing more than wind, if you would uphold your Emperor's order instead of his law. I'm leaving.

No. I refuse. You're supposed to help people, and I'm not going anywhere until you help me!

Yes, yes, that's me! I'm %Name! I've given my name to that smug Imperial by the door at least a hundred times already, but still nobody will do anything!

You've been expelled. When you clear that up, then we can talk about this.

You've proven that you cannot be trusted with matters like that.

She wants simple solutions, but Narsis is not a simple place. We have to maintain a delicate balance here, %PCRank. Try not to upset it.

WHAT? You killed Llaris Uval? How could you do such a thing? I'm discharging you immediately. And if a washout like you somehow washes back up my river, you better believe you won't be working the Narsis beat ever again!

WHAT? You killed Drovas Uvaril while in uniform? Soon, all of Narsis will know what you did! Do you know how much blood your former brothers-in-arms are going to leave in the red dirt because you decided your little hit job in the sewers had to be official business? I'm discharging you immediately. And if a washout like you somehow washes back up my river, you had better believe you won't be working the Narsis beat ever again!

You did well, %PCRank, all things considered. I can't reward you formally, of course. But you can have a drink on me. And next time, follow my orders exactly as I give them.

She's been moved along? Finally. Try following your orders to the letter next time.

Excellent work, %PCRank. Here's an advance on your pay. A reward for a soldier who knows how to take orders.

She wants simple solutions, but Narsis is not a simple place. I have to maintain a delicate balance here, %PCRank. Try not to upset it.

She told you a story about how her husband was killed? And you agreed to help her? You've got some explaining to do, %PCRank.

She's that Dunmer woman in the foyer. I'm surprised she didn't harass you when you came in. She's been down there for a long time, pleading her case. We've told her there is nothing we can do, as it's a jurisdictional issue, but she won't listen. You are to get her out.