Make amends before you try to speak with me about this.

I appreciate you delivering those letters. I'm sure you were already paid handsomely for the favor. Do we have anything else to discuss?

Will you get going or what? The lackeys that my dear Vedam used to send would never mindlessly wander around. Oh, how I miss him! He was so like his father and gone too soon, just like him.

Here's the letter. Orvas is on the other Dren Plantation on Vvardenfell. Why did the boy have to be so stubborn and refuse to work with his brother? Maybe if he had, then all of this could've been avoided. What a shame!

Why are you still here, %pcrank? Oh, if my precious Orvas was still alive, then I wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Three curses on the filthy outlander that ended his life.

Here's the letter. My son, Vedam Dren, should be in Ebonheart-on-Vvardenfell, in his fancy castle. Still serving the great empire, that one, even though his brother is dead at the hands of one of its lackeys. What a disgrace!

I gave you the letters, and I need you to deliver them to Vvardenfell at once. My sons are very important people, but do not forget, so am I.

Here, take the letters. As you must know, Vedam is the Duke of Vvardenfell, so you should look for him in the Grand Council Chambers in the town of Ebonheart. Orvas is also on Vvardenfell, but he usually stays on the family's newer plantation that he claims as his own. There's a road from Suran there, but you could also reach it by going directly north from our House's Vivec canton.

Are you still here? What are you talking about? We already went over that.

A letter from my mother? Are you serious? Give that to me. That is an interesting perspective. I'll have to think about this some more. Your presence is no longer required, outlander. Take this gold and be on your way.

A letter from my mother? Are you serious? Give that to me. What is that? Why is the seal broken? Are you reading my private letters, s'wit? Leave now, or I'll put you to the sword.

A letter from my mother? Are you serious? Give that to me. Ugh. Stupid hag. What does she know about life? Why are you still here? This doesn't concern you anymore. Take this gold and be on your way, outlander.

A letter from my mother? Are you serious? Give that to me. What is that? Why is the seal broken? Are you reading my private letters, s'wit? You should be put to the sword for that.

Then get out of here and stop wasting my time.

What are you doing on my plantation, outlander? Do you have something for me?

I believe we've settled that matter. Now, if you have business to discuss, that would be something else entirely.

I always welcome a letter from Releniah. Her advice is everything but useless. This letter likewise has some valuable insight. Thank you, %pcrank. You should take this gold for your services.

I always welcome a letter from Releniah. Her advice is everything but useless. Although it seems like someone has tampered with this one. As you were entrusted with its protection, you are also the prime suspect. You should approach our business with more respect next time, and now you should leave.

A letter from Releniah in these trying times cannot be good news. Ah, it seems I was right. It is very unpleasant that it has come down to this. Family's only means of communication being accusatory letters is certainly not beneficial to anyone. Of course, you have nothing to do with this, so I won't bother you any longer. Take this gold for your services, %pcrank, and be on your way.

A letter from Releniah in these trying times cannot be good news. Ah, it seems I was right. And the seal on the letter is broken. As you were entrusted with its protection, you are also the prime suspect. This is not a good look, %pcrank. You should leave.

Carry on, then. I have important business to attend to.

What brings you to this castle, %pcrank? Is there something I can do for you? Or maybe there is something you can do for me.