Heard you let his killers turn themselves in. Maybe the priest would've liked that, but I dunno. The way I see it, they had worse coming to them.

I heard you found out who killed him and did them in. They had it coming. Rilen was a good soul. He only ever wanted to help people out.

I'll do all that I can to ensure that those vermin receive a punishment fitting their crime, %pcrank.

You delivered justice, %pcrank. Those vermin did not deserve a trial.

I hear that you helped bring his killers to justice. I would like to thank you, although I have to admit I wish you simply killed them. Due to the attachment the people had to Rilen Giral, the brutes were transferred to Kragenmoor's dungeons to keep the trial impartial. I'm doing what I can to have them transferred to Almalexia, but Imperial Law moves at a crawl. Nevertheless, you showed promise in finding them. I have duties for you, should you wish to be of further service to the Temple.

I hear that you helped bring his killers to justice. I would like to thank you, although I have to admit I wish you simply killed them. Due to the attachment the people had to Rilen Giral, the brutes were transferred to Kragenmoor's dungeons to keep the trial impartial. I'm doing what I can to have them transferred to Almalexia, but Imperial Law moves at a crawl. Nevertheless, you showed promise in finding them. Perhaps once you rise through the ranks I will have duties to give you. Perhaps.

I'm glad to see you. You did a wonderful thing in avenging his death. The murder of a Temple priest is an unthinkable act. That it was native Dunmer who committed it is even more unthinkable. They were blighted guar that did not deserve the dignity of a trial. As a reward, I will teach you a spell. Should you wish to be of further service to the Temple, I have duties for one of your rank.

I'm glad to see you. You did a wonderful thing in avenging his death. The murder of a Temple priest is an unthinkable act. That it was native Dunmer who committed it is even more unthinkable. They were blighted guar that did not deserve the dignity of a trial. As a reward, I will teach you a spell. I see a promising future for you, %pcrank. Should you rise through the Temple's ranks, I may have duties for you to perform.

Ah, so you managed to find his staff after all. Could I hold it for a moment? Here. If only he had a similar blessing placed on it. It may have saved his life.

The city will mourn his passing. As will I. Perhaps in time, even his killers will understand what they did and mourn him too.

The city will mourn his passing. As will I.

Rilen's killers are dead? I asked you to resolve it peacefully, but I trust that you did everything that you could to do so. Rilen would've wished for them to find some redemption. It's a sorry thing, but at least it's all settled. Almost, at least. Milara Orvayn wants to speak with you at the Eight-Bones Temple in the Council Quarter. She took an interest when she heard about the situation. Now hurry on. She's not the type who likes being kept waiting.

Rilen's killers agreed to turn themselves in? Praise be. Perhaps in time, they'll come to understand the weight and consequences of their actions. Rilen would have wanted that, I think. I imagine it wasn't easy to convince them to go quietly. May I see Rilen's staff? Here. If only he had a similar blessing placed on it. Before you leave, there's one other thing. Milara Orvayn asked to speak with you at the Eight-Bones Temple in the Council Quarter. She took an interest when she heard about the situation.

Rilen's killers agreed to turn themselves in? Oh, praise be. Perhaps in time, they'll come to understand the weight and consequences of their actions. Rilen would have wanted that, I think. I imagine it wasn't easy to convince them to go quietly. It's a shame you never managed to find his staff. Before you leave, there's one other thing. Milara Furam asked to speak with you at the Eight-Bones Temple in the Council Quarter. She took an interest when she heard about the situation.

Wish we could go back and do things different. Sorry, outlander.

That's how it's gonna go, huh? Gils, get 'em!

He wasn't the type to give up on people, huh? Fine. So what? It's not like we did anything wrong.

That's a prayer to St. Aralor. A Temple priest had me read it back when I was learning my letters. How's it that I still remember it after all these years? Aralor did far worse than Gils and me ever did, and he went on to be a saint. You think we could do the same? We'll turn ourselves in, outlander. Promise. Just give me a minute to get Gils ready. He still ain't feeling right.

For what? I already told you... bah. Maybe you're right. He was an old man. Got a little caught up in the moment. We didn't have to kill him like that. We'll turn ourselves over to the guards. The Hlaalu ones, not you. Give me a minute to get Gils ready, then we'll head over to the closest watchtower. And, outlander, sorry about your friend. It shouldn't have ended that way.

For what? I already told you... bah. Maybe you're right. He was an old man. Got a little caught up in the moment. We didn't have to kill him like that. We'll turn ourselves over to the guards. The Hlaalu ones, not you. Give me a minute to get Gils ready, then we'll head over to the closest watchtower. And, outlander, sorry about your friend. It shouldn't have ended that way.

We don't have a thing to confess. But we can't have you running off to tell the guards. Gils, get 'em!

If you're here, that means you already know. I won't bother denying it. Gils and me did him in. The priest was butting into our private business. We got into a little confrontation about it and Gils pulled his knife, so the priest hit him over the head with that cane. Couldn't let that slide, could we? Far as I see, it was self-defense. We ain't got a thing to talk about with you.

If you're here, that means you already know. I won't bother denying it. Gils and me did him in. The priest was butting into our private business. We got into a little confrontation about it and Gils pulled his knife, so the priest hit him over the head with that cane. Couldn't let that slide, could we? Far as I see, it was self-defense. We ain't got a thing to talk about with you.

If you're here, that means you already know. I won't bother denying it. Gils and me did him in. The priest was butting into our private business. We got into a little confrontation about it and Gils pulled his knife, so the priest hit him over the head with that cane. Couldn't let that slide, could we? Far as I see, it was self-defense. We ain't got a thing to talk about with you.

If you're here, that means you already know. I won't bother denying it. Gils and me did him in. The priest was butting into our private business. We got into a little confrontation about it and Gils pulled his knife, so the priest hit him over the head with that cane. Couldn't let that slide, could we? Far as I see, it was self-defense. We ain't got a thing to talk about with you.

Some time ago, serjo Giral helped get some street toughs off of my back. He told me that they threatened him! I think they might have been the ones who killed him. It was a man and a woman, last names Veran. They were staying at the Backwater. If you go after them, all I ask is that you leave my name out of it. I don't want them coming after me for telling you.

Aren't you gonna go and catch those two in the Backwater? Didn't lose your nerve, did you? I have a couple of things for sale that could help with that, if you're interested.

A silver staff with a prayer carved on it? Damn it. I thought something was up with those two. Listen, I don't want trouble with the Temple. I go myself at least once a month. I bought the staff off of a man and a woman. I don't know either of their names, but once the man asked when they were going back to the Backwater. He was all addled with a big bump on his head. I understand you must want your friend's staff back. I'll give you a good price if you want to barter for it. Promise.

A silver staff with words carved on the side? Sounds interesting, but no. I don't have anything like that in my stock.

A silver staff? No, I've seen nothing of the sort. Care to buy something?

I don't deal in weapons. Ask one of the others.

I heard about that. Whoever did it wasn't with the Guild. You know we don't operate that way. You want my advice? A lot of the petty thieves in town sell their goods at a little black market in the sewers under the Bazaar. Your killer might have sold whatever he took from the priest down there.

I heard about it, but I'm not sure why you would want to question me. I'm only a theater worker.

Wasn't any of ours. Killing a Temple priest is just asking for trouble. You said the killer took the priest's staff? The Tong has a black market in the sewers down under the Bazaar. I'd ask around down there.

In Veloth's? That's Tong territory. Why don't you take it up with them? Sounds like something they'd do.

I'd bet whoever took that staff sold it down at the market under the Bazaar. Hope you catch them.

I didn't know Serjo Giral for long, but his death hurts. He was the only one here I felt I could really talk to. I'll tell you something, though. There's a black market down in the sewers under the Grand Bazaar. Anything hot usually finds its way down there. If whoever killed Serjo Giral robbed him too, I'd bet that's where they went after. Promise you'll make whoever did this pay for it, friend.

I feel like I know something in the back of my mind, but... ugh, my head. It's all cloudy. I'm sorry, but I'm still recovering. I wish I could've been of more help.

You've learned the identities of the killers? Please, go carefully and confront them. Act with grace, %PCRank. Let your words bear the weight of truth, and may the guilty choose to unburden themselves.

The only lead we have is that his killers took his staff. Ask around. See if anybody has seen it, or if they know where it could've been taken. Hurry. I fear this petty blame may evolve into violence unless the true culprit is identified.

He was found in the St. Veloth Quarter. Nobody knows a thing. Blame is being tossed around left and right. I'm sending you to find out who did this and bring them to justice. Peacefully, if you can. Rilen always believed that even the worst could be redeemed. There weren't any witnesses to the crime, but whoever killed Rilen took his staff. It was made of silver with a prayer to St. Aralor engraved on the bottom. That's your lead. Ask around and see if anybody knows where it could've ended up.

He will be remembered fondly, both in this Temple and in all of Narsis.

This is the worst travesty to befall this Temple in decades. I can hardly believe someone would murder a benevolent priest in cold blood.

That's me. You say that a young man wants to get involved in the drug trade? A sorry thing.

What brings you to me, my child?

That's him, just over there.

After he saw me, he went to the Vantus Farm in the Market Quarter. It's just across the canal from the Bazaar.

He stopped by to ask about training. I thought it was odd that a priest would want to learn how to fight, but I didn't want to pry. After a short session, he left to attend to some business at the Vandus Farm in the Market Quarter. It's just south of the Bazaar, across the canal.

I already told you, he went looking for a trainer. I sent him off to Maelu.

We talked. I don't see why you need to know what we talked about. You want to know where he went? He asked me if I knew anybody who could give him self defense training. I told him that Maelu Assammatalit is the best trainer I know. She has an apartment in the building just south of the Velothi Tower.

I haven't seen him in some time. You said he was looking for my husband? Good. Maybe the priest'll knock some sense into that thick head of his. Felvan is outside, if you want to ask him.

I hope Rilen is alright. Felvan Felder lives too close to the Council Club for my liking.

He was here a bit ago. He's helping me find a new apartment. For all the gold they have, House Hlaalu doesn't spare much for their scribes. Rilen mentioned that he was going to some street tough named Felvan Felder after me. He lives up in St. Veloth's, just next to the Council Club.

Galdarys Alen lives down in one of the canal apartments. That's where Rilen Giral went after I saw him.

Yes, he came to see me. A couple of thugs tried to intimidate me for a share of my profits, but Serjo Giral sorted them right out. He said that he was going to see Galdarys Alen afterwards. He's a scribe who lives in one of the canal apartments. To get there, take the steps down to the canal near Brevur Heights and take a right. Give the priest my regards once you find him.

He stepped out a short while ago to help the trader Drelis Githrano out with some trouble or other. Rilen still hasn't returned, so I'd assume that he's still there. Drelis' stall is just in front of the Tanners and Miners Hall in the St. Veloth Quarter.

Don't think it was any of us. Check with the Underboss. She'd know for sure.

Never heard of him. What's with all the questions?

Heard about it. Sounds like something one of your outlander friends would do. Go ask one of them about it and hog someone else's air, s'wit.

We all heard about it, but nothing about who could've been responsible. Thorleif might know, though. He usually has an ear to the ground out there.

Nobody here knows anything about that.

It's sad to see him go. He was good to just about everybody. And to think, he was robbed too. I wonder if whoever killed him sold off his stuff at the market under the Grand Bazaar. You know about that one, right?

It's sad to see him go. He was good to just about everybody. And to think, he was robbed too. I wonder if... never mind. It's just sad to see him gone.

Somebody told me that the Thieves Guild murdered him. It'd make sense. They're a sneaky bunch, right?

It had to have been those Ja-Natta cutthroats. Haven't you seen the article in the Canyon Echo about them? Nothing is past those villains. If anyone in Narsis would've killed Rilen, it was them. There's no doubt in my mind.

It's an outrage! He was murdered right out in the open, middle of the St. Veloth Quarter, and nobody saw a thing. Does that sound right to you? Of course not. It sounds like a certain Tong paid off the right people to stay quiet. That's my theory, at least.

Everyone's heard at this point. The locals are all up in arms over it. You'd think half the city was responsible with all the theories being thrown around about the culprit.

Everyone's heard at this point. The locals are all up in arms over it. You'd think half the city was responsible with all the theories being thrown around about the culprit.