Veradul Delvas sent you, did he? Well, yes, I still have my collection. If you'll gather some ingredients for me, I suppose I can part with one of my voices. There is one in particular I have in mind that's very special indeed. I'll need three ash yams, five marshmerrow stalks, and two stoneflower petals. Return when you have these things, and you will have your voice.

Ingredients? That was a shopping list, you fool. I already have the voice. Here, take it. Produced from the vocal cords of a famous Indoril theologian. I don't remember his name; they all sound the same to me.

Then why are you here?

You don't have what I asked for, %PCName. Perhaps I was not clear the first time. I need three ash yams, five marshmerrow stalks, and two stoneflower petals before I will help you.

Did you bring what I asked for?

[The man is practically foaming at the mouth. He gestures wildly for you to leave.]

Die! In the name of Lord Dagon! Die! Die!

What?! You dare question my destructive power, n'wah?

I will slay you and desecrate your corpse! I will burn you with magic, n'wah! Your charred n'wah corpse will be my new puppet, my plaything!

Silence, you fetcher! S'wit! N'wah!

S'wit! I will break you, like I have broken all the s'wits who cross my path. I could fill a book with the names of s'wits I have killed! By Ayem, I could fill a tome!

N'wah! I will kill you! Then I will mount you like a guar, fetcher! I will bend you backwards, like Vehk bends for his pretty guards!

Haha! It speaks! Fetcher Vehk, you sound like a s'wit!

Fetcher Vehk! At last! Haha! You there. N'wah! You're a filthy s'wit! Come hither! I will carve out your insides and wear them! I will suckle your corpse and drink your blood like mother's milk! Haha! Fetcher! You son of a whore! Your mother is a bearded Nord! I loved her dearly! Haha! N'wah! N'wah! S'wit! N'wah! Haha, yes!

[The man tears out the cork with his teeth and downs the mixture in one gulp. Then he wipes his mouth, takes a deep breath, and opens his mouth to speak.]

[He looks at you with wide, incredulous eyes.]

Don't go telling anyone, but I used to traffic with Telvanni mages when I was a young man. One of those mages was Varden Alvis. Alvis has an interesting hobby... he collects voices in little jars. Puts them on his mantle, on shelves and the like. Perhaps he would be willing to part with one, if you explained the situation to him.