Khaasra already told you no. Never.

You do not own Khaasra, you scum. Khaasra is done listening to you.

Very well. Khaasra trusts you, %PCName. Khaasra will tell Mutra Llehervu that Khaasra will go to work in Dels Ravyn's house.

Khaasra is no fool. No matter what you swear, Dels Ravyn will remain a brute. Khaasra will never work for him.

Then Khaasra would like to end this conversation now. Khaasra won't go anywhere.

Do you swear it? Khaasra is in no danger?

Khaasra will not take the risk then. Life here is comfortable for Khaasra. You have Khaasra's final answer. Now leave.

Tsk-tsk. And you would have Khaasra go work for a murderer like that? Never! Now leave Khaasra alone.

Is that the truth? Because Khaasra heard a troubling rumor. Khaasra heard that Ravyn pushed an Argonian maid down the stairs. Killed her. Is the rumor true?

That is not good enough. Ravyn is a brute, and Khaasra likes to work here.

Then why did you bring it up in the first place? Leave Khaasra alone, please.

This again? Why would Khaasra ever agree to go work for Dels Ravyn? Even saying that name feels like poison on Khaasra's tongue. Khaasra is no slave.

You can't be serious. Khaasra is a free Khajiit. You insult Khaasra with your suggestions.

A new slave to do domestic work for foreman Dels Ravyn? Good household slaves are hard to come by, but I do have an idea. You see, we have a Khajiit maid working here in the manor. Quite a capable worker. She's not a slave, mind you, but perhaps you could persuade her to go work for Ravyn. Tell her that she'd still get paid by the Manor -- and that she'd even get a raise. You can find Khaasra in the downstairs servants' quarters.

You can find Khaasra in the downstairs servants' quarters. Tell her that she'll get a pay raise if she agrees to go work in Dels Ravyn's house.

Khaasra said no? How unfortunate. Well... I can have a new household slave purchased and delivered to Dels Ravyn's house. It will take some time, though.

I'm glad I don't have to see that cat's face under this roof anymore. A free Khajiit? What nonsense. Dels Ravyn will put her in her place, I'm sure.

Yes... I think I will be most pleased with Khaasra. Free or not, I know how to handle a Khajiit. Thank you, %PCName. Here's your pay.

Hmmph... Mutra Llehervu will arrange for a new household slave to be delivered here, but it'll take some time? I don't like waiting, %PCName. But... I suppose you did all you could. Here's your pay.

Mutra Llehervu can be found in the manor atrium. Come back when you and her have found a new household slave for me.

I am the foreman of the plantation, in case you didn't realize. Nobody says no to me. Not if they want to work here. Fine. Just leave if you don't have the stomach for it. I'll find someone else who does.

Here's the key to the storage. Hurry up then. I can't bear the stench of her.

What's the matter, don't you like money? Suit yourself.

What's the matter, don't you like money? Suit yourself.

Good. I knew you'd help me. I'm far better at choosing farm workers than domestic caretakers, so we need an expert to help with our search. Go talk to Mutra Llehervu, the head of the Manor's staff, and see if she has any good ideas. You can find her in the manor atrium.

Good. I knew you'd help me. I'm far better at choosing farm workers than domestic caretakers, so we need an expert to help with our search. Go talk to Mutra Llehervu, the head of the Manor's staff, and see if she has any good ideas. You can find her in the manor atrium.

Well, maybe she was just really, really bad at falling? Or maybe she landed on a heap of daggers? I don't know, because I had nothing to do with it. Why would you even care? She's dead, you're alive. Get over it. Here. Some drakes for your trouble, %PCName. Now then, if you'd be interested in finding me a new household slave to replace her? Not an Argonian this time. Something else.

You took care of it, %PCName? Well done.

Did you change your mind? Will you help find me a new household slave?

I still smell a dead Argonian in my house.

I'm talking about Veers-In-Brine. Or Veershujtei or whatever the f'leh she called herself in that barbaric language of hers. Clumsy lizard, she was. Fell down the stairs while she was cleaning. All her own fault. The body is downstairs, in the storage room. Won't you be a good errand boy and get rid of it for me, eh?

I'm talking about Veers-In-Brine. Or Veershujtei or whatever the f'leh she called herself in that barbaric language of hers. Clumsy lizard, she was. Fell down the stairs while she was cleaning. All her own fault. The body is downstairs, in the storage room. Won't you be a good errand girl and get rid of it for me, eh?