Goodbye, friend. I'm leaving this wasteland for good. Here, take my lance and my shield... and my yams. I won't be needing them anymore.

You've done me a great service. You've proven yourself as an agent and a friend. But now, as I stand beside the carcass of my beloved horse, I wonder... what was the purpose of all this? I came to this land seeking glory and adventure. But I've found only death, heartbreak, and pain. Roz died for what? That I might win a tournament in a backwoods town in the darkest corner of the Empire? I may as well have killed her myself.

I don't know how I'll go on without her.

I don't know how I'll go on without her.

A stupid idea. Thank you for not aiding him, at least.

The Obainat have fallen on hard times, and the horse would have sustained us for months. I was going to bring it back to our tribe in Roth Roryn, but Yavan had other ideas. That, and I can't imagine such a hefty beast swimming the Thirr River.

Thanks for the help. You could have avoided the whole bloodshed altogether, though, had you followed my advice.

She was a good horse. Full of fire. Very nourishing. May her spirit give us strength.

We would, however, appreciate it if you did not tell him where we are. Outlanders tend not to be understanding. Nor forgiving.

As for our deal, we were under the impression your friend the knight had sold it to the guar herder. Our trade with her was fair and forthright; we suspected no ill-doing. If what you say is true, and the herder sold us what wasn't hers, then take this bow and arrows to the knight, with our apologies.

Oh, you mean the horse? You're a bit late. We've already butchered and started eating the creature. Doesn't taste anything like guar, even less like nix-hound. Strange beasts they have in the West.

I thought I'd asked you not to tell the twit. What did you expect to happen?

I'm sorry about the horse. It was a mistake. Please don't tell the knight.

Very well, I'll admit it. A pair of Ashlanders came by at dusk with a great load of chitin for barter, worth far more than the knight was offering to watch that grotesque beast. He'd been so rude to me, and they seemed so interested in the animal, offering their chitin for it. I gave in. Please, don't tell Farralie. The Ashlanders' names are Yavan and Sainat, from the Obainat tribe. There's still a chance you can find them before... well...

Very well, I'll admit it. A pair of Ashlanders came by at dusk with a great load of chitin for barter, worth far more than the knight was offering to watch that grotesque beast. He'd been so rude to me, and they seemed so interested in the animal, offering their chitin for it. I gave in. Please, don't tell Farralie. The Ashlanders' names are Yavan and Sainat, from the Obainat tribe. There's still a chance you can find them before... well...

Besides, it's not my fault that stupid horse went missing. Really. That knight shouldn't have brought it here in the first place.

Okay, I'll talk! A pair of Ashlanders came by at dusk with a great load of chitin for barter, worth far more than the knight was offering to watch that grotesque beast. He'd been so rude to me, and they seemed so interested in the animal, offering their chitin for it. I gave in. Please, don't tell Farralie. The Ashlanders' names are Yavan and Sainat, from the Obainat tribe. There's still a chance you can find them before... well...

Okay, I'll talk! A pair of Ashlanders came by at dusk with a great load of chitin for barter, worth far more than the knight was offering to watch that grotesque beast. He'd been so rude to me, and they seemed so interested in the animal, offering their chitin for it. I gave in. Please, don't tell Farralie. The Ashlanders' names are Yavan and Sainat, from the Obainat tribe. There's still a chance you can find them before... well...

You don't scare me.

Very well, I'll admit it. A pair of Ashlanders came by at dusk with a great load of chitin for barter, worth far more than the knight was offering to watch that grotesque beast. He'd been so rude to me, and they seemed so interested in the animal, offering their chitin for it. I gave in. Please, don't tell Farralie. The Ashlanders' names are Yavan and Sainat, from the Obainat tribe. There's still a chance you can find them before... well...

Err... Yes. I'm quite sure.

I already told you. The horse was stolen when I was away. I have no idea who took it or why. Please, I have nothing more to say on the matter...

Fine. You want the truth? The horse was stolen. I was busy buying grain in the market, and when I came back the horse was gone. I have no idea who took it or why. Please, I have nothing more to say on the matter.

Already told you what happened, didn't I? The horse must have escaped during the night. It was a stupid thing to bring to Morrowind in the first place. Now leave me alone.

Did that s'wit of a knight send you? I'll tell you the same thing I told him. The horse must have escaped during the night. It was a stupid thing to bring to Morrowind in the first place. Now leave me alone.

Goodbye, friend. I'm leaving this wasteland for good. Here, take my lance and my shield... and my yams. I won't be needing them anymore.

You killed them? You've done me a great service. You've proven yourself as an agent and a friend. But now, as I stand here without my trusted companion, I wonder... what was the purpose of all this? I came to this land seeking glory and adventure. But I've found only death, heartbreak, and pain. Roz died for what? That I might win a tournament in a backwoods town in the darkest corner of the Empire? I may as well have killed her myself.

She's... she's dead? Roz... my sweet Roz... I had a bag of yams waiting for when you came back...

She's... she's dead? Roz... my sweet Roz... I had a bag of yams waiting for when you came back...

Ah HA! Those wretches will pay for what they did! For Akatosh and all the Divines! For Roz!

You're defending them? They're thieves, they're murderers! Clearly you are no better. I misjudged you, %PCName. I thought you were my friend. Now get out of here before I kill you!

They... ate her? And tried to apologize? I don't want their damned bow! They took the only thing in this world that matters to me, all for some savage ritual and their primitive curiosity. I'll show them pain. I'll show them what it means to lose everything! Starting with that treacherous cur who sold Roz to them! Unesa Sadrathi, you're a dead woman!

They... ate her? And tried to apologize? I don't want their damned bow! They took the only thing in this world that matters to me, all for some savage ritual and their primitive curiosity. I'll show them pain. I'll show them what it means to lose everything! Where are they?!

Goodbye, friend. I'm leaving this wasteland for good. Here, take my lance and my shield... and my yams. I won't be needing them anymore.

She... she ran away? Gods, I never should have put her in that filthy hovel. How could I have been so careless, so stupid? All because I wanted to sleep indoors for a night. This is all my fault. I never should have brought her to this forsaken country. Morrowind! Land of adventure! Land of opportunity! My dreams lie buried beneath the bones of my darling Roz...

She's... she's dead? Roz... my sweet Roz... I had a bag of yams waiting for when you came back... How did she die? Who was responsible?

Oh, you can't miss her! She's a beautiful chestnut mare, a mix of a Nibenean courser and a Valusian wild horse, with crystal blue eyes, and she just loves carrots and yams. That fetcher Unesa Sadrathi was supposed to take care of her, and now she's missing!