Can you imagine? A Daedric cult establishing itself directly under our feet! We acted just in time, %PCRank. If left alone, it could have brought great ruin upon us.

You have been expelled from the Temple. I can't give you more duties.

I've heard rumors that you claim to be the Nerevarine. I don't know what to think of these rumors, but I'm afraid you chose to join the evil that you were supposed to fight. I will not give you any duties right now.

Splendid! Once again, your efforts have cleansed the holy city of Narsis of corruption! Now, let us cleanse you of any lingering corruption with these potions. I have almost no duties left for you you, %PCRank -- save for one highly sensitive matter.

Well, I'm pretty sure you won't be finding them here, %PCRank.

Have you killed the Namira cultists dwelling in the sewers?

Splendid! Your initiative in cleansing our holy city of corruption is admirable! Now, let us cleanse you of any lingering corruption with these potions. I have almost no duties left for you you, %PCRank -- save for one highly sensitive matter.

I've heard reports of people going missing in the sewers, which is usually pretty typical. There are few pious Dunmer living down there, and causes for disappearances range from giant feral rats to gang violence: not really our concern. Curate Traynili Rovel went to investigate anyway and discovered a vile cult to Namira! Be wary of their vile pestilence, and rid us of this menace. Traynili Rovel, here in the temple, can regale you with details of her encounter. Wash your hands afterwards, just in case.

I was sent into the sewers to inquire about the disappearance of some vagrants. Nothing unusual at first glance, but Master Milara Orvayn wanted to make sure. I was investigating the eastern part of the Foreign Quarter sewers when I was assaulted. They looked like regular sewer dwellers, but seemed to be moving with unnatural speed and dexterity. As I was preparing for a hard fight, I heard someone shout an incantation to Namira. That's when I knew I was in over my head and teleported back here.

I gotta say, it smells a lot nicer down here now. It's still a sewer, so it's still bad, but it's nicer.

The people dressed in rags ranting about rats and plagues? Follow your nose west. Can't miss 'em.

Why don't you get lost, then?

Not enough gold? Why, you're in worse shape than a sewer-dweller!

There you go... I'm no specialist in Daedric cults, and you couldn't pay me enough to set a single toe in there, but there's something foul going on in the Old Quarter sewers, north of here.

Gold! I'm asking for gold! Why do we always have to spell everything out to you tourists!

Oh yeah, sewer dwellers have been disappearing. Nothing surprising. Lots of nasty things down here tend to make people vanish. Could you be more specific?

What are you talking about, stranger?