This cursed job is finally complete. %Name will be on the first ship out of here.

Wonderful. You've saved %Name. He only has enough coin for his return trip, so he will give you these tools instead. %Name hopes you will put them to good use.

%Name's job is to steal six jugs of the Talan's wine. He cannot return with any less.

Five jugs is a good haul, but %Name was sent for six. Perhaps one of the guests ordered the sixth one?

%Name will wait. This spot is his lot in life.

Do you have all six jugs of the Talan's wine?

The unspoiled wine should be in a barrel in the cornerclub's storage room. Please hurry there and swap it with %Name's spoiled jugs. He is afraid this stink will never wash off.

Thank you, thank you. The cornerclub is just down the hill. There were more jugs of wine in another barrel in the storage room, but %Name assumes they relocked the door to it after they kicked him out. Make sure you put the spoiled wine in the same barrel.

Will you really ignore a brother thief in need? This is not our way.

Ah, %Name probably deserves this fate anyway. Just leave him out here.

%Name was to steal six jugs of Talan's Heritage Wine from the Three Treasures Cornerclub. He is a great sneak -- in and out with no one the wiser. Then %Name pops the cork. All six jugs were spoiled! %Name could not return with these, so he breaks into the cornerclub again. %Name should have heeded Rajhin's warning. This time he is ejected while the miserly elves scowl. Please, take the spoiled wine and switch it for six good jugs. %Name wants to be long gone when they notice the wine is missing.

As long as he stays far away from my cornerclub, we won't have any more trouble.

That Breton's one of the most talkative outlanders I've ever met, and that's saying something. No offense.

You're a well-mannered outlander, so I'll tell you what you want to know. One of those archaeologist fellows ordered a jug. He should still be upstairs.

You're a respectful %PCRace, so I guess it can't hurt to tell you. One of those archaeologist fellows ordered a jug. He should still be upstairs.

The Talan's Wine? I'm sorry, but I don't see why I should tell you who's ordered it.

I could've had the Khajiit thrown in jail. Banning him was a kindness. Now he can go home and we'll both be safer for it.

Mahhjat? That's a Khajiit name, right? I took a Khajiiti linguistics course back in university. Was sweet on this girl and wanted to take a class with her. Not really much use for it in Dwemer ruins, but a multi-faceted education is essential for scholars and archaeologists like us. For example, I'm brushing up on my Tamrielic brewing customs right now. The local drink isn't half bad, and the publican even has some wine all the way from Sutch. The beauty of the Empire, eh?