Llaros Samalsi is dead? Unfortunate. He was useless, but he was still my flesh and blood, and not a bad che. I suppose that means no one will be cleaning this place.

Thank you, Speaker. I feel calmer already. Now I can finally find rest. However, before I go, I cannot let your kindness go unrequited. Here. Take these sapphires from my prospecting days. Do what you will with my apartment. And one last thing -- please take my shiratar. I no longer need it to feel at ease. Thank you again, and farewell.

As I've said, Speaker, you can use my sledgehammer to destroy the large mounds of dirt and rocks. Someone in town should have a shovel you can use to remove the small piles around the apartment.

I see. Then I must ask you to act in his place, Speaker. I should have a sledgehammer somewhere in the apartment. Take it, and use it to destroy the large mounds of dirt and rocks in the apartment. As for the small piles of dirt, I suggest you use a shovel to remove them. Someone in town should have one you can buy or borrow. If you would do this for me, then I know I'd have peace at last.

As I've said, Speaker, I've been waiting a long time for my descendant, Llaros Samalsi, to clean up this apartment. If he were to do this for me, then that alone should calm me down enough to rest.

Ah, yes, these are indeed my boots. Thank you for bringing them back to me, %PCClass. Holding them makes me feel calmer already. With my belongings with me, I can ignore this mess and find rest at last. However, before I go, I cannot let your kindness go unrequited. Here. Take these sapphires from my prospecting days. Do what you will with my apartment. Thank you again, and farewell.

I already told you there's nothing else that would help me find peace other than my old pair of boots. If you want to help, go to the Samalsi Ancestral Tomb just south of town and bring them back to me.

Good. Now leave me.

You're a Speaker for the Dead? Ah, I see. You do bear the mark. Then perhaps you could help me. I've been waiting a long time for that worthless descendant of mine, Llaros Samalsi, to clean this apartment. Despite governing this town, he does nothing to preserve it. Speaker, please ask him to do this for me. Just knowing that something is being done should calm me down enough to rest.

Perish the thought! That shiratar is the only thing of mine I have left from when I was alive. If it were to break, I'd be beside myself in grief and rage.

Find peace another way? I'm not sure. This instrument is the only thing of mine that I have left... wait. No, there is something else. I used to own a pair of boots, which my family named the Boots of the First Settler. They now collect dust in my family tomb. But in life, those boots were as valuable to me as my shiratar. If you were to go to the Samalsi Ancestral Tomb off the road south of town and return them to me, I'm sure holding them again would help me find rest.

What is it now? Can't you see I'm still trying to play my shiratar in peace?

Who cares if the n'thil downstairs can hear me? Nobody heard my complaint when the wall here collapsed and disturbed my rest. You'd think my no-good descendant, Llaros Samalsi, would have done something about it as governor, but no. Did he forget who founded this town? I built this home and lived my days here. After I died, I watched this place change hands for generations, before the last owner left and this place fell apart. But now I cannot rest, and only my shiratar calms me.

I thought I already made myself clear on that matter.

My ancestor wants me... to clean up an old apartment? I swear to Almsivi. The stories people make up to try and get me to solve their problems. I don't have time for this nonsense. If you or the Autrinixes really want the dirt cleaned up, then do it yourselves. Now off with you.

So you say you found a ghost playing music in the apartment? Don't make me laugh. That sounds ridiculous. Given this nonsense, I'll take your tale as proof you didn't find anyone up there and the Autrinixes were making the whole story up. Thanks for confirming I was right, %PCClass.

Hmm. If the Autrinixes move out, that could pose a problem for me. Other tenants might believe their story and refuse to take their place. I can't risk that, so let's just nip this in the bud. Here's my spare key to the apartment. You confirm that there's nobody there and this is all just the Autrinixes' fancy. That should finally get them off my back.

So what? If the Autrinixes don't like it, I'm sure I could find other tenants who'd take their place. Or do you think you can convince me otherwise?

Thank you again for solving our problem upstairs, %PCName.

So, you say the source behind the music was a disturbed ghost? I was wondering what could be living up there. At least now we don't have to worry about moving anymore. We really appreciate what you did for us. I was saving this drink for a special occasion, but I'd like you to have it instead. My wife and I won't forget your kindness.

Please find out who or what is causing the music upstairs, and see if you can put a stop to it somehow. Davenas Vedralu might be willing to give you his key if you can't get inside the apartment yourself.

I see. That's disappointing, but expected. It's not your concern, after all. I guess I'll just try talking to Davenas Vedralu about it again before we resort to other measures.

You'll help us? Great! That's... wait, listen! The music is playing again. You can hear it, right? This is good timing. I'd like you to investigate upstairs, find out who or what is causing this, and see if you can stop it somehow. Davenas Vedralu sealed off the apartment, and only he has the key to the door. He should be inside Llaros Samalsi's manor, just across the road from us. He might be willing to give the key to you if you can't get in yourself.

I just don't know what to do. It comes from the sealed apartment above us. I've spoken with Davenas Vedralu, our landlord, but he doesn't believe that anyone could be playing a musical instrument -- let alone living -- in such inhospitable conditions. We may end up moving out if nothing changes soon. Unless, perhaps, you'd be willing to look into it for us?

I'm so glad that ghost is gone.

You say you found what playing music above us? An ancestor ghost?! My word! Well, thank you for getting rid of him. Please let Sinarrius know the good news at once!

You're very brave and kind to help us with our problem. Do let Sinarrius and me know once you get to the bottom of this.

Yes, we've been hearing what sounds like a musical instrument playing every day from the apartment above. It's quite nerve-wracking. Our landlord sealed off the apartment for being structurally unsound. You can even see the dirt that fell downstairs from it not long ago, behind the screen over there. So what on Tamriel could be living upstairs? It spooks me to think about it. My husband, Sinarrius, could tell you more. He should be in the bedroom.