I don't have that Hlaalu ore anymore.

I don't have that Hlaalu ore anymore.

You speak well... It is true what you say -- deceit and treachery bring dishonor to all who participate in it. It may be the Hlaalu way, but it shouldn't be ours. I cannot use this iron. It is cursed. Any sword or shield made from it would no doubt betray its wielder. Take the iron.

Your speech mimics wisdom, but I know your intentions are bad. I'm not listening to your arguments.

Your speech mimics wisdom, but I know your intentions are bad. I'm not listening to your arguments. And I think I've humored you long enough. Time for you to taste Redoran steel.

Your speech mimics wisdom, but I know your intentions are bad. I'm not listening to your arguments.

So am I.

Alright. Leave then.

Hmmm... Yes, why not? Gold might serve our House better than iron. Let us barter.

No. The iron will serve House Redoran better than gold.

No. The iron will serve House Redoran better than gold. Here. Allow me to demonstrate.

No. The iron will serve House Redoran better than gold.

Yes, we've already established that. I ask you again -- are you ready to kill for it?

You are rather honest for a Hlaalu henchman. So, you want the iron. Are you ready to kill for it?

Make up your mind already. Are you an envoy of the Lord of Bodrum or are you an agent of the Hlaalu? Spare me your lies!

It pains me to hear that lord Dalam Ramaran has so little faith in my skills. I was already a veteran blacksmith when those greenhorns in Bodrum were still in their cradles. But very well then. I am insulted, but I will not argue against the lord's order. Take the ore.

'Lord of Bodrum', my foot! What a stupid lie to tell. You're a Hlaalu spy. So, they want the iron back... Are you ready to die for it?

Do you need the ore? You may take it, my Redoran brother. Use it wisely.

Do you need the ore? You may take it, my Redoran sister. Use it wisely.

Let us barter, if you've got the gold.

Don't you know when to quit, Hlaalu henchman?

You mean the iron delivered to us by Ilvys Hleeri, right? There were 15 standard pieces of raw iron, to be precise. Not a lot, but the quality of the material is quite good. They'll make fine blades, I'm sure. Why do you ask?

You recovered the stolen iron, yes, but let us not forget that you also disobeyed your orders and spared Ilvys Hleeri.

You did well recovering the stolen iron, even though Ilvys Hleeri managed to escape.

You did well recovering the stolen iron.

I see.

So, you're not thoroughly incompetent, even though you spared Ilvys Hleeri. Hmph. I suppose you've earned a reward, sellsword.

This is unexpected. Since Ilvys Hleeri managed to evade you, I assumed there'd be no hope of finding the iron. You've earned a reward for sure.

This is unexpected. Marvelous work, sellsword! You've earned an additional reward for sure.

You have 15 pieces of iron ore on you. Have you recovered the iron that Ilvys Hleeri stole from us?

We're probably never going to get that iron back. But Ilvys Hleeri must be punished.

Nooo! I won't go down without a fight.

Okay, good. For a moment there I thought you had changed your mind.

I told you where the iron is. You promised you'd let me go? So... just walk away, okay?

Nooo! I won't go down without a fight.

The Redoran have a secret outpost in the Velothi tower of Shalmurat, northwest of Menaan. They've got a forge and a blacksmith in that tower. I reckon they're going to fashion the iron into weapons to use in a House War in the years to come. The tower is too well-guarded, but if you mention my name they'll probably let you in.

Look. I got stupid. I took a gamble that no one would notice a few crates missing and figured I could make some extra gold, so I sold 15 pieces of iron ore to scouts of House Redoran. If I tell you where they are, you can recover the iron. But first, I want you to promise that you'll let me go, okay?

What? I don't know what you're talking about.