You... you can't prove that. You won't!

Death was more than he deserved, but not by much. No one will shed a tear for him.

If your Imperial friend is dead, I assume you don't require my help any longer. I'll handle my duties myself.

I suppose I should have expected that he would be too cowardly to face the consequences of his actions. Still, you've done as I asked. I will go to your foolish friend's house and end her trance. You will meet me there. Following that, she will answer for her crime appropriately.

Exhort him to turn himself in. If he refuses, do what you must. You need my help. You will do the work.

Go to the Brewer's Hall and question the workers. I will get to the bottom of this one way or another.

Punavit smuggling is a serious crime. Do you have a confession to make?

We've been watching the workers even closer since the 'inventory discrepancy' that lost us several jugs of punavit wash. Still, no one assigned to this post has reported anything suspicious since then.

It couldn't be anyone who works here. The guards watch us too closely. But a while ago, someone saw Ginur Dolvi skulking around the Hall at night. He's one of the traders near Vhul's east entrance. If there really is a smuggler, it might be him.

I don't know you. And I don't like what you're implying. Leave me alone, outlander.