You've been expelled from the Fighters Guild for breaking the rules. You'll have to make amends before I can discuss orders with you.

Taxes are the lifeblood of Hlerynhul's economy, and thus, tax evasion is a serious matter. But if you're ruthless enough, they always pay their rates.

Alright, you've got the money, %PCRank. But you've clearly missed the point. See, it's not only about getting the right amount of coin. It's about teaching them to pay what they ought to regularly. Dead businessmen can't pay taxes, you know. Anyway, if you're ready for more orders, I've got something to offer you.

Not bad, %PCRank. Those ruffians will know their place. Here's your share, as well as a few potions the Imperial Cult shared with us recently. If you're ready for more orders, I've got something to offer you.

I'm not interested in your own money, %PCRank. You need to teach them to pay what they ought to regularly.

You have? Where's the gold, then?

Then go get them, %PCRank, while those swindlers still got the money in their pockets.

Have you shaken him down for the 400 gold?

Dovres Falen, manager of the Hlerynhul shipping office, refuses to pay taxes on the latest shipments. Go to the warehouse building near the docks and force him to pay the sum of 400 gold. Dovres is a bit of a crook -- if he won't yield to a kindly request, find a way to intimidate him. If you can show him and his company what they stand to lose, Dovres should hand over the coin without hesitation.

I already paid you the money we owed. Are you happy now?

Killing my business partner was a terrible mistake, s'wit. You must know what you're doing, marching in and slaying one of us so brazenly. Tell you what. I see you're capable, and I'm not going to test you further. Here is the coin. Take it and walk away.

Killing my business partner was a terrible mistake, s'wit. You must know what you're doing, marching in and slaying one of us so brazenly. Tell you what. I see you're capable, and I'm not going to test you further. Here is the coin. Take it and walk away.

Killing my business partner was a terrible mistake, s'wit. You must know what you're doing, slaying one of us so brazenly and then marching in here. Tell you what. I see you're capable, and I'm not going to test you further. Here is the coin. Take it and walk away.

Fine. Here is the coin. The tax isn't that much, anyway.

I'm not going to make deals with you, outlander. Tell your superiors that we expect a representative of the Hleryn Estate to negotiate a lower rate for our private shipments. This, along with the revocation of taxes for our *friends* in Hlan Oek, are the only terms me and my associates will agree upon.

Don't bother me with that, n'wah. I've got more important business to do.

If they're an extra burden on the Camonna Tong, that makes me happy. Otherwise, it's none of my business.

Taxes? Are you serious?

That's quite enough, s'wit!

Have you ever heard a tale about a filthy %PCRace bouncing into restricted places, inquiring about matters of the wrong kind? Last time I heard that story, it ended in a bloodbath.

That's quite enough, s'wit!

You must be joking. Go bother Dovres instead. And don't try to come down here again, or I'll kill you where you stand.

Talk to Dovres and stop bothering me, n'wah.