That medicine would have saved my sister. Her lungs burned up until the end. Get out of my sight, n'wah.

I didn't think he'd be riding in the cart too. Ah well, deal's a deal.

Let me finish my meal, then I'll head over.

Tell the old mer I'll be there soon.

Good luck finding someone else in here to do it.

Alright. A hundred septims and a bottle of sujamma and I'll do it.

Alright. A hundred septims and a bottle of sujamma and I'll do it.

I'm in the middle of a performance, ask someone else.

The Indoril say to know your place. Well my place is in the mines, not hauling carts like some slave.

That's Betmer work. Go find a beast or an outlander to pull the cart.

These Indoril nobles sure do need a lot of help. Well, I've already done my one good deed for them. I'm sure someone else will rise to the occasion.

Shameful. Every mer in here knows what's proper -- what's owed to an Indoril lord who's shown us nothing but kindness. But an outlander steps up while they sit on their hands. What would their ancestors say?

Oh, poor Lord Thelvil! He's so good to us when he comes through. If the mer here won't help him, just let me know. I'll cut them off until someone steps up. They'll change their tune quick enough when the taps run dry!

Good luck getting one of these lot to help. You'd think someone in this sorry bunch would have something better to do than argue with me about the tab, but you'd be wrong.

That kind of work is certainly beneath me.

Do you see this face? This is the face that woos women and charms coins from nobles' purses as I sing my ballads. I won't risk marring it in the ash.

These hands are made to hold an axe, not pull a cart.

The Indoril are scrounging around taverns to find mer to pull their carts for them? No wonder this place looks the way it does with them 'protecting' it, I won't do their work for them, outlander.

A Khajiit has gone free? Some other Khajiit will take their place. But Jo'Mibhirr must stay here.

Check the inn. You might find someone there ready to take on odd jobs.

Check the inn. You might find someone there ready to take on odd jobs.

%Name sheds no tears for those who would shed no tears for %Name. %Name has heard stories about the Twin Lamps. If they exist, %Name will tell them that this one has helped Khajiit.

%Name is no longer anyone's slave. Khajiit will leave to new lands, soon.

This one does not have to help Khajiit, but Khajiit will go free, one way or another.

Has this one changed their mind? Will they help %Name go free?

If the %PCRace says Khajiit must travel together, Khajiit will drag their bleeding feet back to the master.

Servant? %Name is not a servant, %Name is a slave. Master Thelvil talks about duty. Khajiit must always be dutiful. Khajiit must always work hard. But who has duties to Khajiit? Why must %Name give and give and get nothing in return? The master says sick Dunmer need help? Khajiit's back breaks pulling the master's cart through the hills. Who will help Khajiit? %Name is not going back.

I've heard you helped Brother Thelvil. My thanks, and the thanks of House Indoril. While it is our role to watch over these lands, it seems unavoidable that we begin to accept the help of outsiders as well.

A shame to lose help, but there's always more potential servants to assist in the Indoril's good works.

Thank you for helping me in that matter. He died on the passage over to Gorne, unfortunately. Rough waters. A shame to lose help, but there's always more potential servants to assist in the Indoril's good works.

Thank you for helping me in that matter. I never did find out what happened to that servant. A shame to lose help, but there's always more potential servants to assist in the Indoril's good works.

Everything is out of order. Still, it is my duty to do what I can to restore that order. I'll rest here a moment and then return to Gorne. From there I can reflect on what to do next.

Good work. You've acted justly, restoring things to their natural order. Everyone is back in their rightful place.

How on Nirn did he manage to die on the way here? I suspect this journey will be a total loss.

Good work. It's a shame we couldn't find my servant, but I appreciate that you've done what you could to help bring order back to my affairs.

I see you found a replacement. Let's get to it, Imperial, we have good works to do! Thank you, %PCRace. Please take some of these potions, in case you too fall ill while passing through the Scar. I'm afraid I pack rather lightly for the road, so I don't have more to offer you. But if you find yourself traveling to the chapel of Gorne, seek me out and I'll show you the proper generosity of the Indoril.

Then I'm afraid the mer of Darvonis cannot be helped. I must abandon my cart and return to my home, Gorne.

I would be deeply grateful. Please, time is of the essence.

Ah, you found him! Straighten up, Khajiit, we have good works to do. Thank you, %PCRace. Please take some of these potions, in case you too fall ill while passing through the Scar. I'm afraid I pack rather lightly for the road, so I don't have more to offer you. But if you find yourself traveling to the chapel of Gorne, seek me out and I'll show you the proper generosity of the Indoril.

He's dead? The Scar is treacherous. It's a shame that it's claimed another victim. But without someone to pull my cart, I'm afraid I'll have to abandon it here. The mer of Darvonis are depending on House Indoril's medicines.

You're not able to return him? Deeply unfortunate. Without someone to pull my cart, I'm afraid I'll have to abandon it here. The Scar is treacherous. The mer of Darvonis are depending on House Indoril's medicines.

He's likely hidden somewhere north of here. Please seek him out. Without Indoril balms, the sulfurous vapors of the Scar blind the eyes and settle deeply in the lungs. If you can't find him, perhaps check the inns in Varon or Darvonis to see if you might find someone who would be willing to take on the task.

I'd urge you to reconsider. The mer of Darvonis are depending on House Indoril's aid.

Excellent. He ran off to the north. Please go easy on him. It's not truly his fault. It's in my nature as a lord to be brave in the face of danger. It's in his nature as a slave to be cowardly. We all have our role in this world. For an Indoril, that role is to rule justly. For a servant, it's to support us in our works. We can't change what's in our nature, we can only hope to perform our roles as best we can.

Will you help me find him? Or failing that, perhaps find someone in Varon or Darvonis who would be willing to take on the task?