You've been kicked out of the Guild, %PCName. Better make amends, or no one's going to talk to you.

What about it, %PCRank? You gave me the brandy, I gave you my heartfelt thanks. Do you want a hug too?

Then what are you standing around yapping at me like an idiot for? Get out there and get me my brandy.

You're a friend, %PCRank. And since you're such a good friend, I feel like telling all my other friends about you. You're welcome in The Howling Noose now. I'll even get Cornelius to give you a friendly discount, so drinking here with your friends won't put you too much out of pocket.

Do you have my brandy?

I like brandy, specifically the Cyrodiilic kind, but we've run dry of it here. You starting to see the problem? Now, I happen to know that The Queen's Cutlass Inn is overflowing with the stuff, but I'm not popular in that establishment. So what I want you to do is go over there and get me some. Three bottles will do. You can find the Inn on the east side of town, overlooking the main square. If you want some advice about your jobs, talk with Silniel and Arhom here, and they'll tell you something useful.

It's going to be little harder for you, %PCRank, than the last time I made the drinks run. I've heard that Ra'manjas has replaced the lock on the cellar door with one that even a master might struggle to crack. But every lock has a key, and, lucky for you, that big cat didn't change his habits with his locks. Are you following?

Here's a tip, %PCRank. Whether you snatch the brandy from the Queen's Cutlass or some other watering hole, Fitz-Fitz won't taste the difference.