I have heard that you claim to be the Incarnate. I do not know the truth of the matter, but for now I will not give you duties.

You have been expelled from the Temple.

You flaunt your wealth, strutting about in expensive attire. I presume your coin purse jingles with the burden of fortune, and would expect nothing less than a sizeable donation to our good cause. You can deposit your contribution in the box on the central dais.

Judging by your attire, I trust you do not lack for money, %PCName. In fact, your stride betrays the heavy burden you carry in your purse. Give generously to our Temple, lest the allure of fortune ensnare your spirit. You can deposit your contribution in the box on the central dais.

You dress plainly, %PCName, which is well. The Tribunal does not look kindly on undue extravagance. Yet your stride betrays the heavy burden you carry in your purse. Give generously to our Temple, lest the allure of fortune ensnare your spirit. You can deposit your contribution in the box on the central dais.

Judging by your attire, I trust you do not lack for money, %PCName. Think of what little good it does, sitting in your coin purse, and how many mouths the Temple might feed with it instead. I would expect a meaningful donation, at the very least. Surely our Lords will see fit to reward you. You can deposit your contribution in the box on the central dais.

You dress plainly, %PCName, which is well. The Tribunal does not look kindly on undue extravagance. Still, consider that there are those whose needs far outstrip your own, who have far less than you do. For their sakes, give generously to our Temple, and surely our Lords will see fit to reward you. You can deposit your contribution in the box on the central dais.

Judging by your lack of decorum and modest dress, I realize that you probably do not have much to give. I cannot ask for what you do not have. Please contribute to the best of your ability, and the favor of our Lords will surely be upon you. You can deposit your contribution in the box on the central dais.

After Aralor emerged from the caverns, he gave away his worldly things and set out to right the wrongs he caused in his lust for fortune. As the Saint did, so should you. You must make a donation to support the charitable mission of our Temple here in Bal Foyen. Only then will I consider your pilgrimage completed.

I can clearly see that you haven't made a contribution yet. Put your money in the box, %PCRank.

A single septim? Do you think this is some kind of joke, %PCRank? How dare you make light of our mission here. The Temple has no use for the likes of you.

This is an astounding sum of money, %PCRank! I cannot possibly carry it all. I'll just take, let's say, thirty thousand drakes. On behalf of Bal Foyen's poor, I thank you. Here, take this book. It is a favorite of mine. And rest assured that your contribution will be put to good use. The Tribunal are sure to return it to you manyfold in blessings.

Let's see. One... two... three... %TR_m4_TT_And_GoldCounter drakes! That is a very generous donation for someone of your means, %PCRank. On behalf of Bal Foyen's poor, I thank you. Here, take this book. It is a favorite of mine. And rest assured that your contribution will be put to good use. The Tribunal are sure to return it to you manyfold in blessings.

I count %TR_m4_TT_And_GoldCounter drakes; that is quite the adequate donation, %PCRank. On behalf of Bal Foyen's poor, I thank you. Here, take this book. It is a favorite of mine.

Just %TR_m4_TT_And_GoldCounter drakes? I would have expected more, %PCRank. I am disappointed.

Get to it, then.

Then I have no more duties for you. Come back if you change your mind.

I told you to put the money in the box. Have you made your donation, %PCRank?

I find Nalvs' focus on fortune slightly off-putting, but you best humor the Master, %PCName. You wouldn't want to get in trouble.