I don't wish to discuss it. Not after the massacre you've caused. I suggest you leave, outlander, and never return.

Now that our little problem is taken care of, the repairs can proceed.

I don't wish to discuss it. Not after the massacre you've caused. I suggest you leave, outlander, and never return.

You already know what's the catch here, %PCName. It's Drissa Vendil's crew that's getting in the way of the repairs.

I told those fetchers to destroy the note, not leave it lying around. Well. We've got friends here who have rather too much skooma on their hands. They'd like to share it with their friends in Hlerynhul. They've asked me to use the pretence of the repairs to get the skooma stowed away on the Brave Coda in a place where only they can find it. But with Drissa Vendil's crew watching the ship at all hours, my men can't do their work. And there it is -- the Brave Coda will be delayed until the skooma is aboard.

I can't hide anything from you, can I, friend? Very well, I'll explain. We've got friends here who have rather too much skooma on their hands. They'd like to share it with their friends in Hlerynhul. They've asked me to use the pretence of the repairs to get the skooma stowed away on the Brave Coda in a place where only they can find it. But with Drissa Vendil's crew watching the ship at all hours, my men can't do their work. And there it is -- the Brave Coda will be delayed until the skooma is aboard.

Those aren't the kinds of accusations you should be throwing around in Hlan Oek, outlander.

If there's anything else the Shipbuilders and Sailors Hall can do for you, do bother one of my clerks. I'm busy, you see.

Repairs have been delayed due to a large migration of mudcrabs. That, along with the unusually heavy rains we've been having this season, and it's a wonder my men can work at all.

That's not my business. Speak with Ithis Randaro if you've got an inquiry about repairs.

Get away from me, n'wah! I don't want your help.

With Randaro dead, these repairs are likely to take even longer.

The repairs will end soon. Thanks for your help, %PCName.

I know what you've done, %PCName. Do you know how hard it is to find a good crew, especially in a shallow-water town like this? Leave now before I really lose my temper.

You've found out why the repairs taking so long, and I thank you for that. I promise I'll make it worth your while if you can negotiate a cut for me with Ithis Randaro.

Keep looking then. I'm counting on you.

Just as I thought: that slimy bastard is trying to smuggle on my ship, right under my nose! I won't have it -- not without him paying me at least. You've been an excellent agent in this, %PCName. If you could go to Ithis Randaro, tell him I'll carry his skooma if we can negotiate a cut of the profits, then I'll make it worth your while.

Just as I thought: that slimy bastard is trying to smuggle on my ship, right under my nose! I won't have it -- not without him paying me at least. You've been an excellent agent in this, %PCName. If you could go to Ithis Randaro, tell him I'll carry his skooma if we can negotiate a cut of the profits, then I'll make it worth your while.

What note? I'd like to see it with my own eyes, if you don't mind.

When you learn something, come straight back to me.

Just as I thought: that slimy bastard is trying to smuggle on my ship, right under my nose! I won't have it -- not without him paying me at least. You've been an excellent agent in this, %PCName. If you could go to Ithis Randaro, tell him I'll carry his skooma if we can negotiate a cut of the profits, then I'll make it worth your while.

If you change your mind, I've got nowhere to be but here.

Thank you, %PCClass. Ithis Randaro runs the Shipbuilders and Sailors Hall, but his lips are tighter than a clam's. Dockworkers aren't as careful, but they're not likely to know anything of import. Perhaps you could have a poke around. There must be some explanation for why the repairs are taking so long.

I laid anchor in Hlan Oek because I'd heard of the good work they do here at the Shipbuilders and Sailors Hall. But I've been here for an age and it seems no work's been done. Now, I know Hlan Oek's reputation. Something fishy's going on here. But any time I try to speak to someone at the Hall, I get waved away with the usual excuses. I can't push while they've got my girl hostage. I'm at my wit's end. Maybe an outsider like you could make some discreet queries on my behalf. I'd make it worth your while.