Had I known that you were going to betray me, I'd have never allowed myself to associate with a cretin like yourself.

Serjo %PCName. I hope you've forgiven me for that unfortunate incident with the ebony longsword. I can't afford to give you any more.

Nice work, %PCName. I respect your straight-forward approach to problem solving.

I respect your guile, %PCName. But I don't respect the dent you left in my purse.

I'll have to find somebody else to deliver the merchandise.

At first it was meant to be a perfectly legitimate endeavor. Or about as legitimate as ebony dealing can get, that is. But when the six ebony bars I was counting on receiving never arrived, my supplier and I were forced to improvise to meet our demand. Frankly, I never took Hles to be knowledgeable enough to tell the difference. I suppose I underestimated him.

Hles Vervul and his gang are dead? Well, I suppose that means I no longer have to pay him back. I can't say I've forgiven you yet for extorting me, but I suppose you're due some kind of reward for dealing with them. Here, take this gold and a token of my appreciation. I'm glad you came to your senses.

Very good, %PCname. And thanks again, for sticking your neck out.

What? No! Please, I can't afford to have my rent raised! Here, here, take everything that you are owed. Plus an extra payment, for a job well done. Its the best I can give you! Just have mercy on me, serjo. Please.

You're saying that the client found out, err, claimed that the ebony longsword was a forgery, and forced you to pay restitution? How awful! I can't cover the cost of everything they stole from you -- most of my funds are tied up in business, you see -- but I certainly regret putting you in this position. My supplier and I had to improvise when the ebony shipment I was cou. Here, take this large sum of gold and a token of my appreciation. I'm sorry, I'd offer more if I could.

You're saying that the client found out, err, claimed that the ebony longsword was a forgery, and forced you to pay restitution? How awful! I can't cover the cost of everything they stole from you -- most of my funds are tied up in business, you see -- but I certainly regret putting you in this position. My supplier and I had to improvise when the ebony shipment I was cou. Here, take this large sum of gold and a token of my appreciation. I'm sorry, I'd offer more if I could.

The delivery went as planned? Wait... He found out, err, claimed that the ebony longsword was a forgery, and you managed to convince him that it was worth what he paid for it? By all that is holy, you must have the Poet's own tongue to have pulled that off! I only wish I hadn't put you in that position, but my supplier and I had to improvise when the ebony shipment I was counting on never arrived. Here, take this gold and a token of my appreciation. Consider it a reward for a job well done.

You say that the delivery went awry? And you KILLED the client!? Oh, thank the Three! I thought for sure I was going to have to deal with a dissatisfied customer, but you went ahead and took care of it for me. I never wanted to deceive him, of course, but my supplier and I had to improvise when the ebony shipment I was counting on never arrived. Here, take this gold and a token of my appreciation. Consider yourself thanked.

It's unfortunate to hear that the delivery went awry. And that the client is... dissatisfied with his purchase. I never wanted to deceive him, of course, but my supplier and I had to improvise when the ebony shipment I was counting on never arrived. Here, take this gold and a token of my appreciation. I just hope this doesn't create any complications for my business.

I entrusted you with a very valuable item, %PCName. Please ensure that it reaches my client in Almas Thirr.

Excellent! Thank you very much, sera. My client is somewhat secretive; I don't know exactly where in Almas Thirr he plans to meet. But he's dispatched an agent of his to an establishment in the Waistworks called the Thirsty Saint Cornerclub. Go there, puzzle out who the agent is, and they'll let you know how to proceed with the delivery. The client also gave me a code word to use: "Amethyst Dreugh". Use it to identify yourself to this agent.

Disappointing. I suppose I'll have to find another trustworthy looking adventurer around here somewhere. If you reconsider, or if you're just looking for a big payout, you know where to find me.

Well, not exactly routine. Like many of the merchants in this city, I sometimes find myself delivering special orders to special clients. And this client is after something very special: an ebony longsword. I've procured one at great expense, and the two of us had made plans to meet in Almas Thirr. But I'm, ah... preoccupied here with family matters. My client prefers expediency, so you'd be doing me a great favor if you could deliver it for me. Not to mention making yourself a substantial profit.

Good. Now turn right around and walk out of here, quick-like, before I decide I've gotten sick of looking at you and gut you anyways.

Real funny, slimeball, but this isn't enough drakes. I hope you think fondly on the days when you still had limbs.

And soon you won't have any limbs! Get him!

And soon you won't have any limbs! Get her!

That's what I like to hear! Listen, all you've gotta do is butter her up a bit, convince her that giving me back my money is in her best interest. Threaten her, ply her, whatever. It doesn't matter to me, so long as Irva Sedrethi's debt money is back in my pocket at the end of the day.

Then I suppose I'll have to settle for getting to watch Dorog turn you inside out. Get him!

Then I suppose I'll have to settle for getting to watch Dorog turn you inside out. Get her!

Irva Sedrethi is the one who tried to deceive me with a forgery? That two-timing fetcher! Listen, I'm getting my money back one way or another, but I'm not exactly welcome in Bal Foyen. If you help me collect Irva Sedrethi's debt, then I'll cut you in on a piece of it. Deal?

Nice try, but a fake isn't what I paid for. Prepare to die, fetcher.

Well, maybe it is worth the risk. Anything that passes as an ebony longsword is worth a lot more than 2,000 drakes, after all. Alright, fine. Keep your coin, and consider this a done deal. Now get out of here.

And how is that, exactly?

Then I hope you're ready to die for it, scum.

The balance, the weight, it's all wrong! This blade is a forgery! You're trying to trick me, to dupe me out of what I paid for! Well listen here, buddy! Nobody double-crosses Hles Vervul! If you don't cough up the 2,000 drakes that I paid for this thing right now, I'll have Dorog here gut you like a slaughterfish.

Yes! Here it is, finally, an ebony longsword. I'll admit, I took a bit of a risk on this purchase, but... Hold on a minute. Something about this sword is off.

Well? Where is it?

Then come back when you do.

Well? Do you have the item?