Do not worry about it anymore, %PCName. Less cunning and determined Khajiit than Shamirr already escaped masters before. Shamirr will run like wind.

Thank you again, %PCName. Shamirr now has a chance to escape.

May the sands rain on your foes, %PCName. Shamirr is free at last! Shamirr can offer nothing but endless gratitude to %PCName.

If Dras Varethi cannot remove the bracelet, there is only one way. %PCName must find the key at the Erethan plantation.

Shamirr is sorry to hear that, but %PCName did enough already. Farewell, %PCName. Shamirr has to find a way to his homeland even with his arms shackled.

So %PCName is one of them! Shamirr has no other option. If only Dras Varethi had kept poor Shamirr!

Does %PCName have the key to Shamirr's bracers?

Look, I see no reason why I wouldn't do that -- if I could. But I really can't, because I do not know how. Hard to admit, but true nonetheless. I am sorry if my magical jargon has induced some false hopes in our furry friend's mind, but there is simply nothing I can do about it now. And no amount of sweet-talking is going to change that fact.

Did I? Ah, yes! I calculated that my formula would inevitably exhaust the enchantment in that silly trinket. In that too, I was completely wrong. If that savage beast overheard my hypothesising and arguing with myself and interpreted it as some kind of promise, it has shown quite a remarkable level of attention, but it was still lacking insight and comprehension. Simply put: I really have better things to contemplate now than removing slave bracelets.