Take your time, %PCName. I hope you decide not to turn me in. I promise not to cause trouble for you, or anyone else!

Thank you, %PCName! Davor must think you're busy investigating, so now if you just step outside the canalworks for a minute, I can slip away. I promise I'll be out of sight the moment you leave.

Oh, well, please bring me a lockpick, %PCName. Then I can be free, and you won't have to worry about me again.

If you want to free me, I need you to give me a lockpick. I'll pick my shackles and sneak off while Davor isn't looking. You'll never see me again, I promise. Do you have one?

Thank you, %PCName! You won't regret this, I promise.

Have you decided what you're going to do, %PCName?

Yes, %PCName, I lied. I am not a priestess of Xarxes, I've never even been to the Summerset Isles. I was recruited as a spy by an agent of House Hlaalu. I promise, if you don't report me, I won't cause any trouble. Once I'm in an Indoril home I'll be safe from my Hlaalu handlers anyway; why would I risk giving them information when House Indoril would torture me if they found out? Or, better yet, you could free me! I would never bother anyone again, I promise!

Yes, Rulene tried to proposition me. I didn't think anything of it at the time; it's not unusual for a slave to try and get preferential treatment. I turned her down, of course. Never sample your own merchandise, %PCName. Any involvement can lead to a reluctance to sell, something a good businessman never wants.

How do you know about it?