I prefer western wine to native beverages. Wayrest spiced wine is my favorite. If you obtain a bottle and bring it here, then we can toast.

A drink? No, thank you.

They serve various drinks here: Cyrodiilic brandy, Colovian battlewine and Wayrest spiced wine.

The dinner is not yet served. I'm afraid you will have to wait.

As you wish. You can have it later.

Here you go. Enjoy.

Here you go. Enjoy.

Here you go. Enjoy.

I can offer you Cyrodiilic brandy, vintage Colovian battlewine, or Wayrest spiced wine. What do you wish?

Never again will I taste alcohol, no matter what life throws at me.

I'm only joking. For the first time, ever since... you know what. I can't thank you enough for what you offered me today, %PCName, I really can't. I'm now free of my fears, I'm reborn. And I know what I have to do. For each of my fallen comrades I will slay ten outlaws and beasts, and a hundred more for my beloved wife. With noble acts I will erase my faults and make up for everything. Now, let us go back to the Dancing Jug and spread word of this success.

No. Don't even mention it. Let's just get going.

What is it now? Didn't you understand? I'm useless. Fighting was all I thought I knew, but as it turned out I don't know about it either. I've sold my once beloved silver longsword and decided that all that's left for me is this torment.

But I can't forget. The effects are only temporary. So I drink again and again, until I fall asleep, only to continue as soon as I wake up. And despite all the guilt and sorrow and embarrassment, I can't find enough decency inside me to pierce my worthless skin with a blade. And all I want to do right now is to forget every single word I told you. I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I've realized once more that not even Akatosh could help me.

Glory. Glory and fame for delivering this place from the undead. So easy it seemed... I took a dozen good men and my wife and marched onwards with haste. I was in a hurry to meet glory, imagining my wife and me slaying our way through to victory, side by side, as if we were the heroes of a fairy tale. But this fairy tale ended with my wife dead, and myself running and crying towards nowhere. I've been drowning my sorrow in alcohol ever since to forget.

The letter... it was an order. An order to recover the ancient ruins of an old fort from the foul creatures that resided within. You see, this fort had been taken over by undead, curse their souls, and we were meant to exterminate them. Exterminate them... as if they were bugs, or something equally insignificant. Do you know what my first thoughts were?

That's good enough for me. Well... it all begun last year in Cyrodiil, the Imperial province. I was a captain in the Legion, respected and well-paid, enjoying the comforts and privileges of my rank along with my wife. One day, a messenger arrived in my house to deliver a letter, signed by the captain of the guard. Gods... why?...

No, wait. You're right, I am acting like a total nobody. I don't want people to feel pity for me anymore. If I talk about it, do you really believe you could help?

You... you really believe you can help me? Now that's rich! I would laugh if you weren't so sincere! What did you think, %PCRace? Do I seem like a child to you? Did I ask for anyone's help? NO! All I want is to be left alone in my sorrows, so get away from me. Now!

I suppose you wonder why I seek refuge in it. Well, you are a persistent person, that's for sure, but I don't even want to remember my story, much less narrate it to a stranger.

I can offer you any traditional drink, like sujamma, mazte, greef, or shein. But I also have a nice selection of other beverages, if you can afford them of course.

We searched the shack, but didn't find anything. Maybe your information wasn't as reliable as we first thought.

Yes, we found some drink hidden in Bradasou's chest. Good call, %PCName.

Oh really? If true, I will deal accordingly with that shirker. Thank you for telling me. Here, your information is worth these drakes.

Necessary, %PCName, to keep these ingrates in line.

What? All drink is banned on these premises at the present time, %PCName.

Thanks for that, %PCName. Just don't tell the others!

Ahh, excellent work. Finally I can relax again. And I see you bought me Wolfsblood Wine. That definitely deserves a big bonus, %PCName! Here, take some gold for your troubles, and this old ring of mine.

Ahh, excellent work. Finally I can relax again. Here, take some gold for your troubles, and this old ring of mine.

I asked for five bottles, and I don't think you put five bottles in my chest over there yet. Keep on looking.

The Telvanni make excellent drinks, I'm here to pick up some supplies of mazte from Gah Sadrith, but I'm stopping off in Port Telvannis first.

I can offer you any traditional drink, like sujamma, mazte, greef, or shein. Of course, I don't stock any of that Imperial wine, it's awful stuff.

Polanna has many drinks gathered everywhere where the Silver Serpent Inn goes. Cyrodiilic wines are bought from the East Empire Company, however. The Silver Serpent doesn't travel that far.

Polanna doesn't think you should drink.