You fool! What have you done? Grifa and her gang rescued me from the slave caravan! They were going to give the Hlaalu gold to me and smuggle me out of Morrowind. I was supposed to go free... You've ruined everything, and I will have to find my own way now... Tell the slavedriver who sent you here that I was nowhere to be found. Please, just leave me alone and go away.

Yes... Yes, I'll follow you to Arvud. Just don't hurt me...

Yes... Yes, I will. I see there's no other way to save the ones who saved me. I'll follow you to Arvud.

Please, no... They saved me. I don't want anyone to harm them!

Please, no... They saved me. Please don't harm them!

I mean no offense, but I don't think you could do that even if you wanted to.

Over slavery? Perhaps. Over freedom? No. And I'm free now. You can't threaten me here. Grifa and her gang protect me.

Take some responsibility for your own actions. You are not some mindless puppet, are you?

I don't think so.

I would prefer it if you didn't.

Thank you. I have a favor to ask of you: would you tell whoever sent you here that I was nowhere to be found?

Thank you very much for this. Now, I have a favor to ask of you: would you tell whoever sent you here that I was nowhere to be found?

It's seems you don't have the money. But it's alright. I appreciate the gesture. Now, I have a favor to ask of you: would you tell whoever sent you here that I was nowhere to be found?

Yes... I suppose that's how the Dark Elves see me. What a grim world we live in. At least I am free now.

You... you... mean me, don't you? What do you want with me?

I don't care. Then you will pay him out of your own pocket.

Good.

Yeah, I guess we did. But don't mistake us for do-gooders or anything. We've also robbed a bunch of things that we're just going to keep to ourselves. Now... give the money to His-Heart-Another-Kind-Of-Clay, if you please.

You won't leave this cave alive, slaver...

That won't happen. You'd have to kill us. But you will give him the money, you Hlaalu henchman. Now.

No, not at all. The Hlaalu have misunderstood our demands. The gold is not for us. It is for our Argonian friend here. It's meant to compensate the time he has spent in captivity, forced to work without pay. He can use that money to start his life anew after we've smuggled him out of Morrowind.

Ah. So, the Hlaalu have agreed to pay. You've got the 300 drakes? You may give the money to His-Heart-Another-Kind-Of-Clay.

You're here to deliver the money, right? The Argonian is down in the boss' lair.

That's the first smart thing I've heard come out of your mouth. Off you go then.

No, I won't.

Just don't touch anything you're not supposed to and no one will cut you.

Damn you, you dog!

Just talk, eh? Ha. Nice try.

Yeah, I figured. Tell you what. Go back to your slavedriver boss and tell him that His-Heart-Another-Kind-Of-Clay just couldn't be found, okay? Leave us alone. It'll save us the violence.

Oh... This is... this is unexpected, but welcome! Here's the key. You'll find the boss down in his chambers.

Are you talking about His-Heart-Another-Kind-Of-Clay? Yeah, he's in the cave. But you're not getting in there.

Grifa Black-Tooth is dead? Good. Here's your pay.

Suit yourself. I'll find someone else to do it.

Come back when Grifa Black-Tooth is dead.

Come back when it's done.

The bandit leader, Grifa Black-Tooth, still lives. Will you go back to Issarbaddon and kill her? I'll pay you 500 septims for the deed.

And you killed the bandit leader, too? Very well done indeed. I'll give you a hefty bonus for that.

You've brought the slave here. That's good. Here's your reward.

WHAT!? You have cost me a perfectly good slave! I should never have trusted you! You outlanders are the absolute worst of the worst. And great, now I have a headache again. Get out!

Well, work faster, %PCName!

The bandits must've sold him off already, then. Gods damn it, now I have a headache again. Well, I suppose you did your best. Here's 100 drakes for the trouble.

I don't believe you. Perhaps you didn't want to find him, huh? Are you a secret abolitionist, %PCName? Great, now I have a headache again. Get out of my sight.

Where's His-Heart-Another-Kind-Of-Clay?

Where's His-Heart-Another-Kind-Of-Clay?

The slave is no good to me dead. Terrible work, %PCName. Terrible. And great, now I've got a headache again.

Go to Issarbaddon. Deal with the bandits as you see fit and bring His-Heart-Another-Kind-Of-Clay to me.

Good. You can take the letter with you. The bandits have made their camp in the cave of Issarbaddon. It's in the hills just northwest of Arvud. The slave's name is His-Heart-Another-Kind-Of-Clay. Deal with the bandits as you see fit and bring him to me.

So, then I've got a headache for nothing! Quit wasting my time, outlander.

The cargo is an Argonian slave. Bring him back and you will be rewarded.

You'd have us submit to the rule of criminals? That's a really stupid idea, %PCName. No, those bandits aren't getting a single septim from us.

Apology accepted, outlander.

Well, alright. As you've probably heard, a gang of bandits -- most of them outlanders -- raided one of our caravans recently. It happened just outside Arvud, right under our noses! Humiliating! They took off with some valuable cargo. But that's not even the beginning of it, no! When I sent Dravil to track them down, he came back with a letter from the bandit leader. A letter demanding money! They want us to ransom our property back. Can you believe the gall of those people?

Are you trying to give me a headache? Or will you actually be useful and bring the slave to me?

I don't want to talk about it. Just thinking about it is giving me a splitting headache! I already had to sack that stupid boy Dravil, because he was too incompetent to handle the situation.