I said I was sorry already. Just leave me alone.

Okay, okay. I, Meril Hlaano, withdraw the statements I made against House Redoran. There. I said it. Happy?

Don't make me mad, %PCName, or I'll say what I think of you, too.

Make me.

The matter is closed.

By killing Meril Hlaano, you have certainly prevented him from continuing his slanders, but this action has cost House Redoran much honor. But I must not blame you as you are an outlander and you cannot understand such things.

Meril Hlaano has withdrawn his slanderous statements against our House. Please accept this shield as a reward.

You can find Meril Hlaano at the Eight Plates in Balmora. Speak with him and make him withdraw the slander.

I *said* I withdrew my statements. What else do you want?

Alright, we'll duel right here, right now. When you're ready, %PCName.

So it's true what they say about Redorans and about Bolvyn Venim.

Slander? I told the truth about Bolvyn Venim. I guess you Redorans are too dumb to know what the truth is. If you want a duel over this, you got one.

You have cost House Redoran honor by murdering Ondres Nerano, but we cannot change the past.

The honor of House Redoran has been defended.

You have murdered Ondres Nerano. You should have challenged him to a duel or provoked him. House Redoran will lose honor over this.

You have defeated Ondres Nerano in a duel and defended the honor of your House.

The slander is being spread by Ondres Nerano. Track him down, and demand that he withdraw his slander. If he refuses, challenge him to a duel, but do not shame House Redoran by murdering him.

You've been expelled, but maybe you can join the Imperial Legion again.

You already silenced Suryn Athones' slanders.

You've already killed Suryn Athones? How did you get involved with him? No, nevermind, clearly it's not important. Suryn has been silenced and that is that.

So you found Suryn Athones and silenced him. Good. We want good relations with the Ordinators, but we can't tolerate slanders on our character.

The slanders are being spread by Suryn Athones, an Ordinator at the Justice Offices in Vivec. Find him and silence his lying mouth with blood.

I spoke nothing but the truth. The Legion is just a mob of blunt-eared apes playing at being soldiers. Is it just your cowardice? Or the incompetence of your so-called Knights? Or is it just the way you smell?

You did what you had to, I guess.

We may be unable to prove your treachery and punish you, but you will eventually pay, outlander.

You handled it most efficiently.

I am sorely disappointed, %PCName.

I hear you killed Sinsal, %PCName. I am ashamed that my name will now be associated with this violence, and am disappointed in you for perpetrating it. Leave me.

I am sorely disappointed, %PCName.

No more slander for us, thanks to you.

I am sorely disappointed, %PCName.

No more slander for us, thanks to you.

I just heard that Sinsal was arrested! I don't know how, but you did it, %PCName, you saved us! I can't thank you enough, but please, take these as a token of my gratitude. I hope they serve you as well as you served me.

I just heard that Sinsal was seen leaving Ranyon-ruhn. You did it, %PCName, you saved us! I can't thank you enough, but please, take these as a token of my gratitude. I hope they serve you as well as you served me.

There's nothing more to say about it, I believe.

Alright, I get it; I'll hit the road and never return. I never liked this gods-forsaken ruin of a town anyway.

You've got me cornered. Fine, here, take the double and let me be.

I was sure you could appreciate a good opportunity. Here, my friend. Come and see me whenever you're in town.

I don't think so, %PCRace. It's 500 or nothing.

Yes, yes, I know. But listen, I have a counter-proposal for you; I'm sure you will like it. If you decide to let that snitch attitude of yours aside, I can compensate you for your trouble. How's 500 septims? You just take the gold and leave me go on with my business. It's a fair deal, right?

What?! Please, not so loud, these drunkards would kill anyone who dared to steal their booze!

Back to amuse us again? What kind of ridiculous slander have you invented this time?

Please, don't get me into trouble.

Yes, I've been informed. Here, take this bottle and do with it as you wish. Just don't mention my name, please.

Turns out he was the guar thief we were worried about down at Ashamul. Weird how these things turn out, eh?

This one is guaranteed to work. Good luck, %PCName.

Because you can accuse Sinsal of this theft. He's always in the Dancing Jug, and it's something he can easily carry. There's no way he can escape this one.

Failure again? Things like this happen; you don't need to jump off the tower. Listen up -- I've got this last plan. If this doesn't work, I don't know what will. Go see Nevusa Lakasyn, the healer. I've arranged for a special wine, Skingrad wine, to arrive at her shop. It's a very expensive beverage that comes directly from Cyrodiil, and a bottle of this wine was recently stolen from the Dancing Jug. It's odd for an officer of the law to say this, but this theft suits us just fine.

Stop plotting, will you?

What is it this time? Oh, so now you accuse me of theft! Would you care to explain where you found this ebony? Because I still haven't got a room to stash it in, and I obviously didn't carry this in my pockets. Not to mention the fact that my potions don't require such ingredients. How much more embarrassment do you want, %PCName? You've made a complete fool of yourself. Twice.

Watch out, ebony's a heavy thing.

There you are. Oh, by the looks of you I can guess what happened. Don't worry though; I've got another plan. Go see Mirisun Varen, down at the mine. He's an old friend of mine and will help us. Ask him for a piece of ebony and use it to accuse Sinsal of theft. Should the patrons hear of it, he's condemned.

Don't try cheap trickery on me, %PCRace.

What are you talking about? You accuse me of planning Master Mithras' murder? Me?! Murder our beloved lord? Never! Begone, %PCRace; I will accept no more slanders. And give me that. Here -- this bottle will now harm no one.

I hope you kick Sinsal off the cliff for what he's done.

Simeth wants me to give you a poison? A strong one? I don't understand, but if Simeth said so... Here you go. Be careful.

Go for it.

You help me, and I'll help you.

I would tell you, but before I do, I want you to do me a small favor. Have you met Nataya Radasar, %PCName?

We all respect Master Mithras here. Should they hear of such a vile plan, they will kick him out of town by themselves, no doubt about that. Go, and good luck.

Since you were kind enough to help me approach Nataya, I will tell you. Keep in mind though that it's not the most legal thing to do. If anyone asks, you never spoke to me about Sinsal. Alright? Good, here's what you'll do. Head over to Irele Nathryon's shop and ask her to brew you a poison, a strong one. Show it to Sinsal Nedriem and accuse him of planning to use it against Master Mithras. Do it in front of the patrons of the Dancing Jug.

Yes, I do know of Sinsal Nedriem's slanders. Poor Irele and Nevusa have lost almost every client to that s'wit. Nevermind. I'd love to throw him in a cell and let him rot for as long as I please, but I have no tangible evidence in my hands. Rumors are not evidence, you see. However, I do have an idea.

I am not allowed to speak of that. Talk to Simeth if you must. He's on the top of the guard tower, here in Ranyon-ruhn.

Go blame somebody else.

I see. Either Nevusa or Irele told you so. Look, %PCRace, I'm not involved in such things; I'm earning my money through my honest work and the quality of services I provide. It's not my fault if the local competitors can't stand up to this challenge.

What are you talking about?

Please be quick. I'm losing more clients with each passing day.

Great. All you need to do is find some way to shake him. He's got lots of nerve and won't stop until he's the only remaining alchemist in town, so you'll need to be rough. But don't start a bar brawl: the guards won't tolerate it. The best thing to do is talk to him and see if you can find out something useful.

Please, %PCName, your refusal will be the end of me.

It's that Sinsal Nedriem, over at the Dancing Jug. The little s'wit arrived here a few months ago and began telling the most outrageous lies, defaming both me and Nevusa Lakasyn. He's dreaming of driving us out of business and becoming the only potion seller in Ranyon-ruhn, but we'll get our revenge sooner or later. Say, could you assist us and rid Ranyon-ruhn of that impostor?

There's nothing more to say about that.

If this carries on much longer, I'll be out of business, along with Irele Nathryon. But I don't want any trouble, and you didn't hear anything from me. Irele, on the other hand, is fighting... but I doubt it will be long before she accepts the inevitable outcome. We're beaten.

I don't wish to discuss this.