%an comes in from the back at the mention of The Lord's Mail. He
shakes your hand gregariously. "Good to see you again, %ra.
You've come to buy the information I have about The Lord's Mail, eh
I think I told you I'd let you know everything for %nap gold
pieces, right?"
"If it isn't %ra, back in %nt already, "%an appears at your
side, rising from a side tavern table. "Guess you changed your mind.
I haven't changed mine about The Lord's Mail. If you want to know how
to get it, you'll have to pay me the %nap gold we agreed upon.
Is this agreeable?"
At the mention of The Lord's Mail, the familiar dark figure of %an
appears next to you. His hearing is apparently exceptional.
"Back again, %ra? Well, the offer still stands, lucky for you.
I will tell you everything I know about the location of The Lord's Mail for
%nap gold pieces. No credit, naturally. Do you agree?"
"Very good, I accept your gold. Listen to me carefully. In the province
of Skyrim, there is a dungeon called the %amn, said to be the actual burial
crypt of Kynareth herself! Before her death it is said that she foresaw
many needs coming to the land. To aid any person who would take such
a need upon their shoulders Kynareth created the Lord's Mail, said to be
able to cure its wearer of any injury. To guard this artifact from those
who would plunder her crypt, she secreted it in a location known only to her.
Whenever a great need appears upon the land, so does the
Lord's Mail. That's how that warrior, Morihaus, got it first.
It's location, and the crypt of Kynareth are always different.
In the ancient libraries of Tholgamis I stumbled upon the secret to the
location of Kynareth's crypt as it has appeared this time. I have no desire
to be a hero. A full purse is enough to keep me happy! If you fashion
yourself a hero, and wish to win the Lord's Mail, journey to Kynareth's
crypt and get the map, good %ra. I have inscribed her resting place on
your map of the continent. I wish you well on your journey..."
"Forget it, pal. You're going to have to do a lot better than that."
"I haven't insulted your intelligence yet, please don't insult mine. Make a
legitimate offer, or I walk."
"If that's the best you can offer, just say goodbye. Otherwise, you're going to
have to make it more, %ra."
"What a disappointment. Goodbye then. I'll be at %nt for %dit more days if
you change your mind."
"I've wasted enough time already. You can find me here for %dit days if you
get the money or change your mind. Leave me now."
"I understand your monetary situation. If it changes, I'm staying here %dit days
more. Please excuse me, %ra."
"Well, no. I can't accept any less than %nap gold."
"A little backbone I like, %ra. Would you consider %nap gold instead?"
"Sorry, I can't justify that. %nap gold seems fair. What do you think?"
You feel a tap on your shoulder. %an stands behind you.
"I knew you'd be back. I assume you're now prepared to give me
%nap gold pieces to learn how one may find The Oghma Infinium of legend?"
The innkeeper lets out a whistle. "%an! The %ra is back to talk with
you!" %an emerges from across the room. "You've
reconsidered, "he says. "Marvelous. Now if you have the %nap pieces
of gold I requested, I'll tell you exactly how one might find The Oghma
Infinium. Agreed?"
"Hello again, %ra, "%an joins you at the bar. "Good to see it didn't take
you long to change your mind about The Oghma Infinium. I assume you're
ready to pay the %nap gold I mentioned before?"
"Excellent. In the province of Skyrim lies an ancient tomb. I found it quite
by accident while escaping Reavers of the frozen wastes who sought to enslave
me. Falling into this forsaken place I found tablets and scrolls which all
pointed to the location of the Oghma Infinium, said to increase the reader's
innate attributes to god-like proportions. I have no need of such attention,
for I would rather be rich and anonymous. I have however inscribed the
location of that tomb onto your map of the continent. It's called the %amn.
Journey there and you can recover those maps for yourself. They will show
you where the Oghma Infinium now lies. Be warned, these things of power
seldom grant their gifts without a price. The Infinium has appeared many
times through the ages. I wish you luck on recovering it as it appears now..."
"Not even close. If that's all you have, don't waste my time."
"I assume that was a joke. Please make me a legitimate offer, good %ra."
"I like to think I have a good sense of humor, but you're wasting my time.
Either say goodbye or make a real offer."
"No hard feelings, %ra, but I look for other interested parties. I'll be here %dit
days if you want to think about it and get back to me. Until then, goodbye."
"You don't know what you're passing up. Well, I must be leaving %cn in %dit
days, but you'll find me here until then if you come to your senses. Goodbye."
"I was prepared for reasonable haggling. I must say I'm disappointed. Come
back within %dit days if you're willing to negotiate. Goodbye."
"You're a good haggler, %ra. I'm afraid I can't accept less than %nap gold."
"That's a fair offer, but %nap gold pieces is an even more fair offer."
"Are you certain you can't make it %nap gold? I'd agree to that."
Sword of the Paladin - Traduction
"I wasn't sure I'd see you again, %ra, "says %an, coming
to the bar at the sound of your voice. "I haven't had any
other takers yet, but my offer for
showing you the way to Chrysamere stands at %nap gold.
Will you agree to my offer?
You hear a cough behind you and %an appears, looking somewhat dejected.
"Good to see you, %ra, "he says. "I haven't had any luck yet. Seems anyone
who believes Chrysamere exists doesn't have the gold to pay for my information.
It does exits however. Are you willing to meet my offer of %nap gold?"
%an stands up from the far end of the bar and comes to join you at the
mention of Chrysamere. He is still in his black costume, and his mood reflects
that color. "Oh, it's you again, %ra. Listen, I was just talking to someone else
who seems interested, so if you don't have the %nap gold we discussed,
don't waste my time."
"I knew the moment you walked in, we'd make a good deal. My information comes
from my brother, a scribe in Alabaster, a port city in Elsweyr. He does
occasional work with the archivists of the city. A rumor grew that Chrysamere,
the Sword of Heroes, had resurfaced into the known world. He delved deeper
and found that it had indeed risen again. The location was said to be
inscribed on a tablet in a place called the %amn. I have inscribed the
location of that tablet on your map of the continent. Neither
my brother or I care much for adventure. The money you have given us
will allow him to complete his studies and I to raise a family. Take care in
your quest. Both the map you seek and Chrysamere are sure to be guarded..."
"Please don't insult me with pitiful offers. Tell me what you'll really pay for
the information, %ra."
"There's a fine line between shrewd bartering and outright insults, and you've
crossed it. Make a legitimate offer this time."
"That's what I paid for your mother last night, but I want a lot more for
something worthwhile. Don't insult me again, %ra."
"An offer like this comes once in a lifetime. You'll be sorry. I'll give you %dit
days to get back to me here before I move on. Excuse me now."
"Sorry we couldn't help one another, %ra. I'm staying here at %nt for %dit
more days, so there's a change in your courage or your purse size, look me up.
Goodbye."
"You don't even know what an excellent price I was offering. Ah well, I'll be
here for %dit more days if you change your mind. Pardon me now."
"I'd like to, but I can't accept that. Would you agree to %nap gold?"
"Interesting offer, but %nap gold is the least I can accept in return for my
information. Come now, %ra, what do you think of that?"
"I can't accept that, I'm afraid. I'd take %nap gold, though."
You hear a cough behind you and %an appears, looking
somewhat dejected. "Good to see you, %ra, "he says. "I haven't had any luck
yet. Seems anyone who believes the Staff of Magus exists doesn't have the
gold to pay for my information. Will you agree to meet my offer of %nap gold?"
%an stands up from the far end of the bar and comes to join you at the
mention of the Staff of Magus. He is still in his black costume, and his
mood reflects that color. "Oh, it's you again, %ra. Listen, I was just
talking to someone else who seems interested, so if you don't have the
%nap gold we discussed last time don't waste my time."
The bartender signals to a group in the corner, and %an leaves them to join
you at the bar. "Good to see you again, %pcf. I was just talking to a few
interested persons about the Staff of Magus. If you have the %nap gold pieces
we talked about before, I'd be happy to deal with you instead."
"Thank you for the gold. Now listen carefully. Just before the
Sorceror-King Magnus died, he trusted the only map to the location of
the Staff of Magnus to the Blades, a secret society of warriors. I
heard that one of their number sought the map that led to the Staff's current
location. He journeyed to a place called the %amn, in the Elsweyr province, but
never returned. I would never dare to go where a Bladesman met his end, but
somewhere in that dungeon is the map to the location of the Staff of Magnus.
For the money you've paid, you obviously think better of your chances. I wish
you luck in your quest. I've inscribed its location onto your map of the
continent. Good luck, %ra. I wish you well..."
"Ha. Make me a less amusing offer or stop wasting my time, %ra."
"I can understand bargain shopping, but you're being ridiculous. I'm going to
need a lot more than that."
"Not a chance, pal. Try again."
"Oh well. I'll probably still be at %nt for %dit days with my offer standing.
Fare thee well, young %ra."
"I hope you never know the power you passed up today. If you're smart, you'll
be back with gold in hand before %dit days pass and I leave %cn. Take care of
yourself."
"Fine. Please excuse me while I look for truly adventurous parties. The offer
and I will be here for %dit days and then we're leaving fair %cn. Free advice:
come back with gold."
"I understand your position, trying to get the best price you can. Let's say
%nap gold, shall we?"
"Sorry, I've already turned someone down who offered that. What's your
reaction to %nap gold pieces?"
"No, no, no. Let's try again. I'll tell you everything I know for %nap
gold."
Dwarven Hammer of Might - Traduction
The innkeeper lets out a whistle. "%an! The %ra is back to talk with you!"
%an emerges from across the room. "You've reconsidered, "he says. "Marvelous.
Now if you have the %nap pieces of gold I requested, I'll tell you exactly how
one might find Volendrung. Agreed?"
"Hello again, %ra, "%an joins you at the bar. "Good to see it didn't take you
long to change your mind about Volendrung. I assume you're ready to pay the
%nap gold I mentioned before?"
"I wasn't sure I'd see you again, %ra, "says %an, coming to the bar at the
sound of your voice. "I haven't had any other takers
yet, but my offer for showing you the way to Volendrung stands at
%nap gold. Are you prepared to pay that much?"
"I accept your gold. I won't repeat any of this, so listen carefully.
You must journey to Hammerfell, to a place called the %amn, to find the Dwarven
Hammer of Might. In this dire place lies the secret of Volendrung's reincarnation.
Do not question how I came about this information. The price was more dear
than you can imagine. If you can survive the depths of the %amn, you will find
a map. On this map is inscribed the location of Volendrung. No thanks are
needed, nor are they appreciated. Your gold has spoken enough. One warning
will I give. Volendrung is a potent weapon, and will attract the attention
of equally potent beings. Such attention is not something I would
desire greatly..."
"Yeah, I don't think so. Make me a real offer, %ra."
"Not even close, %ra. Is that the best you can offer?"
"I haven't insulted your intelligence yet, please don't insult mine. Make a
legitimate offer."
"Price a little too hefty for you, %ra? I understand. Listen, I'll be here for %dit
days yet. Come back with the gold I require. Don't wait too long. Now I must go."
"Well, you'll probably find me here for %dit days or so, provided the %cn
locals don't drive me out of the %ct. Come back if you change your mind."
"I knew I was wasting my time talking to you. If you can get back to %nt
within %dit days with my gold, we can still do business. Meanwhile, I must leave
you. Farewell."
"A little backbone I like, %ra. Would you consider %nap gold instead?"
"You're a good haggler, %ra. I'm afraid I can't accept less than %nap gold."
"Are you certain you can't make it %nap gold? I'd agree to that."
shield Spell Breaker - Traduction
"If it isn't %ra, back in %nt already, "%an appears at
your side rising from a side tavern table. "Guess you changed your
mind. I haven't changed mine about Spell Breaker. If you want to
know how to get it, you better have %nap gold pieces."
At the mention of Spell Breaker, the familiar figure of %an appears next
to you. His hearing is apparently exceptional. "Back again, %ra? Well, the
offer still stands, lucky for you. I will tell you everything I know about
the location of Spell Breaker for %nap gold pieces. No credit, naturally."
You feel a tap on your shoulder. %an stands behind you.
"I knew you'd be back. I assume you're now prepared to give me %nap gold
pieces to learn how one may find the Spell Breaker of legend?"
"It seems you seek the shield, Spell Breaker, in earnest then. Well my good, %ra,
you would be one of many to find that which can negate even the most powerful
of magics. You do not need to seek far. King Rourken, last of the Dwarven Kings
had Spell Breaker fashioned for him in his war against the Wizard Shalidor.
It was lost in the final battle, and from time to time has reappeared in the
land. The clue to where it now lies seems to be in the Hammerfell province.
In my travels I stumbled upon an ancient text that speaks of a place called
the %amn. I quickly wrote down the location, then destroyed the text. I have
inscribed that location onto your map of the continent. It is there that you
will find a map to lead you to Spell Breaker. I wish you well on your quest..."
"Not even close. If that's all you have, don't waste my time."
"No chance, %ra. I hope you don't think this is all a joke."
"Forget it. You're not going to get the Spell Breaker for free, %ra."
"I've wasted enough time already. You can find me here for %dit days if you
get the money or change your mind. Leave me now."
"No hard feelings, %ra, but I look for other interested parties. I'll be here %dit
days if you want to think about it and get back to me. Until then, goodbye."
"I was prepared for reasonable haggling. I must say I'm disappointed. Come
back within %dit days if you're willing to negotiate. Goodbye."
"I understand your position, trying to get the best price you can. Let's say
%nap gold, shall we?"
"No, no, no. Let's try again. I'll tell you everything I know for %nap gold."
"Well, no. I can't accept any less than %nap gold."
Necromancer's Robes - Traduction
%an comes in from the back at the mention of the Necromancer's Robes.
He shakes your hand gregariously. "Good to see you again, %ra. You've
come to buy the information I have about the Necromancer's Robes, eh? I think
I told you I'd let you know everything for %nap gold pieces, right?"
"If it isn't %ra, back in %nt already, "%an appears at your side, rising
from a side tavern table. "Guess you changed your mind. I haven't changed
mine about the Necromancer's Robes. If you want to know how to get it, you
better have %nap gold pieces..."
At the mention of the Necromancer's Robes, the familiar figure of
%an appears next to you. "Back again,
%ra? Well, the offer still stands, lucky for you. I will tell you everything I
know about the location of the Necromancer's Robes for %nap gold pieces.
No credit, naturally."
"Excellent, %pcn, happy to do business with you. Now then, here is what I know. I
may not look like it, but I am of noble blood, a member of one of the first
families of High Rock. For century upon century, my family has been involved
in the politics of Arena. Most of the rulers in the family have been servants
for the good of the people, but occasionally a bad egg turns up like my great
uncle. When my father took the rulership from him, he found that my uncle had
a vast storeroom of items confiscated from travelers, including a map to
the place where the Necromancer's Robes are supposed to be now. Most of this he
returned to the rightful owners, but this map was lost in a place called the %amn.
If you go there, you should be able to find the map again, and use it to
locate the Robes. Now I must leave you. The gold you gave will help my father
restore some of our people. Good luck, %ra."
"Please don't insult me with pitiful offers. Tell me what you'll really pay for
the information, %ra."
"That's what I paid for your mother last night, but I want a lot more for
something worthwhile. Don't insult me again, %ra."
"I can understand bargain shopping, but you're being ridiculous. I'm going to
need a lot more than that."
"Well, you'll probably find me here for %dit days or so, provided the %cn
locals don't drive me out of the %ct. Come back if you change your mind."
"What a disappointment. Goodbye then. I'll be at %nt for %dit more days if
you change your mind."
"I understand your monetary situation. If it changes, I'm staying here %dit days
more. Please excuse me, %ra."
"Sorry, I've already turned someone down who offered that. What's your
reaction to %nap gold pieces?"
"A little backbone I like, %ra. Would you consider %nap gold instead?"
"Are you certain you can't make it %nap gold? I'd agree to that."
At the mention of Auriel's Shield, the familiar figure of %an appears
next to you. His hearing is apparently exceptional. "Back again, %ra?
Well, lucky for you the offer still stands. I will tell you everything I know
about the location of Auriel's Shield for %nap gold pieces. No credit, naturally."
You feel a tap on your shoulder. %an stands behind you.
"I knew you'd be back. I assume you're now prepared to give me %nap
gold pieces to learn how one may find Auriel's Shield?"
The innkeeper lets out a whistle. "%an! The %ra is back to talk with
you!" %an emerges from across the room. "You've reconsidered, "he says.
"Marvelous. Now if you have the %nap pieces of gold I requested, I'll tell you
exactly how one might find Auriel's Shield. Agreed?"
"Ah, I hope you know what fortune you've found today. It is in the nature of
people not to know how lucky they are. Take the case of a small group of acolytes
who journeyed across the province of High Rock. They stumbled upon a cave that
seemed to lead to deeper, darker depths. One of them read an inscription
in the entrance which indicated this place as the new resting place for a map to
Auriel's Shield. Imagine still their greater surprise when they told me,
hoping that as a follower of Cormelik the Elder, I could answer their
neophytical questions. I answered them indeed. Their blood now adornes this
city's sewers, as does their silence. I have no need of something such as
this Shield, said to be able to protect the user from any attack. You have
provided me with the money I require for arcane activities. Still, a deal
is a deal. The cave is called the %amn. Here, I have inscribed it onto your
map of the continent. Within its depths should be the map that will lead you
to Auriel's Shield. I wish you well on your journey..."
"Forget it, pal. You're going to have to do a lot better than that."
"If that's the best you can offer, just say goodbye. Otherwise, you're going to
have to make it more, %ra."
"I assume that was a joke. Please make me a legitimate offer, %ra."
"Sorry we couldn't help one another, %ra. I'm staying here at %nt for %dit
more days, so if there's a change in your courage or your purse size, look me up.
Goodbye."
"Oh well. I'll probably still be at %nt for %dit days with my offer standing.
Fare thee well, young %ra."
"Fine. Please excuse me while I look for truly adventurous parties. The offer
and I will be here for %dit days and then we're leaving fair %cn. Free advice:
come back with gold."
"That's a fair offer, but %nap gold pieces is an even more fair offer."
"I can't accept that, I'm afraid. I'd take %nap gold, though."
"I'd like to, but I can't accept that. Would you agree to %nap gold?"
The innkeeper lets out a whistle. "%an! The %ra is back to talk with you!"
%an emerges from across the room. "You've reconsidered, "he says. "Marvelous.
Now if you have the %nap pieces of gold I requested, I'll
tell you exactly how one might find the Ebony Blade. Agreed?"
"Hello again, %ra, "%an joins you at the bar. "Good to see it didn't take
you long to change your mind about the Ebony Blade. I assume you're ready to
pay the %nap gold I mentioned before?"
"I wasn't sure I'd see you again, %ra, "says %an, coming to the bar at the
sound of your voice. "I haven't had any other takers yet, but my offer for
showing you the way to the Ebony Blade stands at %nap gold. Are you
prepared to pay that much?"
"You seek a dire weapon indeed, %ra. The Ebony Blade sucks the very soul from
a person, transfering that lifeforce to you. I think you will be consigning
your everlasting soul to oblivion. It is your choice however. The map to the
Ebony Blade can be found in a place called the %amn. I have inscribed its location
onto your map of Morrowind province. I wish you well on your quest. If you find
this map, it will lead you the Ebony Blade. Good luck, %ra. You'll need it..."
"Yeah, I don't think so. Make me a real offer, %ra."
"Forget it, pal. You're going to have to do a lot better than that."
"That was an insulting offer, %pcf. Make me an offer I might accept please."
"An offer like this comes once in a lifetime. You'll be sorry. I'll give you %dit
days to get back to me here before I move on. Excuse me now."
"Oh well. I'll probably still be at %nt for %dit days with my offer standing.
Fare thee well, young %ra."
"I knew I was wasting my time talking to you. If you can get back to %nt
within %dit days with my gold, we can still do business. Meanwhile, I must
leave you. Farewell."
"You're a good haggler, %ra. I'm afraid I can't accept less than %nap gold."
"Interesting offer, but %nap gold is the least I can accept in return for my
information. Come now, %ra, what do you think of that?"
"Sorry, I've already turned someone down who offered that. What's your
reaction to %nap gold pieces?"
"I wasn't sure I'd see you again, %ra, "says %an, coming to the bar
at the sound of your voice. "I haven't had any other takers yet, but my offer
for showing you the way to the Warlock's Ring stands at %nap gold.
Are you prepared to pay that much?"
You hear a cough behind you and %an appears, looking somewhat dejected.
"Good to see you, %ra, "he says. "I haven't had any luck yet. Seems anyone
who believes the Warlock's Ring exists doesn't have the gold to pay for
my information. Are you ready to pay the %nap gold?"
%an stands up from the far end of the bar and comes to join you at the
mention of the Warlock's Ring. He is still in his black costume, and his
mood reflects that color. "Oh, it's you again, %ra. Listen, I was just talking to
someone else who seems interested, so if you don't have the %nap gold we
discussed last time, don't waste my time."
"All right, I suppose we can do business then. The secret of Syrabane is in
the province of Morrowind, in a place called the %amn. You will find a map there
to the dungeons where the Warlock's Ring is said to return by Syrabane's
post-mortal magic. I have inscribed the location of this map onto your
continental map. I hope you use the Warlock's Ring wisely. It is a
powerful aid in reflecting spells..."
"There's a fine line between shrewd bartering and outright insults, and you've
crossed it. Make a legitimate offer this time."
"Ha. Make me a less amusing offer or stop wasting my time, %ra."
"Not even close, %ra. Is that the best you can offer?"
"What a disappointment. Goodbye then. I'll be at %nt for %dit more days
if you change your mind."
"Sorry we couldn't help one another, %ra. I'm staying here at %nt for %dit more
days, so if there's a change in your courage or your purse size, look me up. Goodbye."
"Fine. Please excuse me while I look for truly adventurous parties. The offer
and I will be here for %dit days and then we're leaving fair %cn. Free advice:
come back with gold."
"I understand your position, trying to get the best price you can. Let's say
%nap gold, shall we?"
"No, no, no. Let's try again. I'll tell you everything I know for %nap gold."
"I'd like to, but I can't accept that. Would you agree to %nap gold?"
You hear a cough behind you and %an appears, looking
somewhat dejected. "Good to see you, %ra, "he says. "I haven't had
any luck yet. Seems anyone who believes Auriel's Bow exists doesn't have the
gold to pay for my information. Are you ready to pay
the %nap gold?"
%an stands up from the far end of the bar and comes to
join you at the mention of Auriel's Bow.
"Oh, it's you again, %ra.
Listen, I was just talking to someone else who seems interested,
so if you don't have the %nap gold we discussed last time, don't
waste my time."
The bartender signals to a group in the corner, and %an
leaves them to join you at the bar. "Good to see you again, %an. I was
just talking to a few interested persons about Auriel's
Bow. If you have the %nap gold pieces we talked about before,
I'd be happy to deal with you instead."
"Yeah, okay, that works for me. So listen up, %pcf. You might've heard tales
about Auriel's Bow, famed by all archers as the most powerful bow to ever
exist. You're going to have to voyage to Valenwood, and find the map that leads
to this Elven artifact. I have gleaned the information on its whereabouts
from an ancient text given to me by the Elven Lord Alendis. The place is
called the %amn, and I will inscribe it onto your map of the continent. If you
can find the map, it should point out where Auriel's Bow has resurfaced..."
"Not even close. If that's all you have, don't waste my time."
"I like to think I have a good sense of humor, but you're wasting my time.
Either say goodbye or make a real offer."
"I can understand bargain shopping, but you're being ridiculous. I'm going
to need a lot more than that."
"%oth, I have other potential customers to see. Come back in the next %dit days
and you might find me here. Tata, %ra."
"I understand your monetary situation. If it changes, I'm staying here %dit
days more. Please excuse me, %ra."
"Well, you'll probably find me here for %dit days or so, provided the %cn locals
don't drive me out of the %ct. Come back if you change your mind."
"I'd like to, but I can't accept that. Would you agree to %nap gold?"
"Well, no. I can't accept any less than %nap gold."
"Interesting offer, but %nap gold is the least I can accept in return for my
information. Come now, %ra, what do you think of that?"
"Hello again, %ra, "%an joins you at the bar. "Good to
see it didn't take you long to change your mind about the
Skeleton's Key. I assume you're ready to pay the %nap
gold I mentioned before?"
You hear a cough behind you and %an appears, looking
somewhat dejected. "Good to see you, %ra, "he says.
"I haven't had any luck yet. Seems anyone who believes
the Skeleton's Key exists doesn't have the gold
to pay for my information. Are you ready to pay the %nap
gold we agreed upon?"
"I wasn't sure I'd see you again, %ra, "says %an, coming
to the bar at the sound of your voice. "I haven't had any
other takers yet, but my offer for showing you the way to
the Skeleton's Key stands at %nap gold. Are you prepared to
pay me the amount?"
"Ah, yes, my purse likes the sound of that. You'll find the Skeleton's Key in a
particularly unpleasant dungeon. Of course, no one except a few know where it
is, for the Key always chooses inaccessible places to hide. For benefit of
the historians, the first holder of the Key, Arrovan, made a map to each
of the Key's resting places, but for many years no one could find this one.
My contacts say the map is in a place called the %amn. I have inscribed the
location onto your map of Valenwood province. I must leave you. Good luck, my %ra
friend..."
"Forget it, pal. You're going to have to do a lot better than that."
"Please don't insult me with pitiful offers. Tell me what you'll really pay
for the information, %ra."
"Ha. Make me a less amusing offer or stop wasting my time, %ra."
"I've wasted enough time already. You can find me here for %dit days if you get
the money or change your mind. Leave me now."
"I was prepared for reasonable haggling. I must say I'm disappointed. Come back
within %dit days if you're willing to negotiate. Goodbye."
"You don't even know what an excellent price I was offering. Ah well, I'll be here
for %dit more days if you change your mind. Pardon me now."
"I can't accept that, I'm afraid. I'd take %nap gold, though."
"I understand your position, trying to get the best price you can. Let's
say %nap gold, shall we?"
"That's a fair offer, but %nap gold pieces is an even more fair offer."
%an comes in from the back at the mention of the Ring of
Phynaster. He shakes your hand gregariously. "Good to see you
again, %ra. You've come to buy the information I have about
the Ring of Phynaster, eh? I think I told you I'd let you
know everything for %nap gold pieces, right?"
"If it isn't %ra, back in %nt already, "%an appears at your side,
rising from a side tavern table. "Guess you changed your
mind. I haven't changed mine about the Ring of Phynaster.
If you want to
know how to get it, you better have
%nap gold pieces."
At the mention of the Ring of Phynaster, the familiar
figure of %an appears next to you. His hearing is apparently
exceptional. "Back again, o %ra? Well, the offer still stands,
lucky for you. I will tell you everything I know about the
location of the Ring of Phynaster for %nap gold pieces."
"Very good, for now we can do business. You know that Phynaster was killed by the
Wharf Rats for his Ring? It's true. He was buried somewhere in the Forest of Elborn
and the Ring has ever since been stored in one of their hundreds of underground
headquarters. Even should the Ring be taken by thieves, a charm has been cast on
it so it will eventually return to one of the Rats' sanctuaries. The faction of the
Rats decided that the best place to hide the map to the Ring's most recent
resting place was in the a place called the %amn, in the Summurset Isle. I will
inscribe the location onto your map of the continent. If you can find the map,
it will lead you to the Ring of Phynaster..."
"If that's the best you can offer, just say goodbye. Otherwise, you're going
to have to make it more, %ra."
"I like to think I have a good sense of humor, but you're wasting my time.
Either say goodbye or make a real offer."
"Please don't insult me with pitiful offers. Tell me what you'll really pay for
the information, %ra."
"Oh well. I'll probably still be at %nt for %dit days with my offer standing
Fare thee well, young %ra."
"I hope you never know the power you passed up today. If you're smart,
you'll be back with gold in hand before %dit days pass and I leave %cn. Take
care of yourself."
"No hard feelings, %ra, but I look for other interested parties. I'll be here %dit
days if you want to think about it and get back to me. Until then, goodbye."
"Sorry, I've already turned someone down who offered that. What's your
reaction to %nap gold pieces?"
"No, no, no. Let's try again. I'll tell you everything I know for %nap gold."
"Sorry, I can't justify that. %nap gold seems fair. What do you think?"
King Orghum's Coffer - Traduction
At the mention of King Orgnum's Coffer, the familiar dark
figure of %an appears next to you. His hearing is apparently
exceptional. "Back again, o %ra? Well, the offer still stands,
lucky for you. I'll share with you the secret of the location
of King Orgnum's Coffer for %nap gold pieces, as we agreed."
You feel a tap on your shoulder and notice that %an
has come up behind you. "I knew you'd be back. I assume you're
now prepared to give me %nap gold pieces to learn how one may
find King Orgnum's Coffer of legend?"
The innkeeper lets out a whistle. "%an! The %ra is back
to talk with you!" %an emerges from across the room. "You've
reconsidered, "he says. "Marvelous. Now if you have the
%nap pieces of gold I requested, I'll tell you
exactly how one might find King Orgnum's Coffer.
Agreed?"
"Thank you very much, %ra. The gold will come in handy. I hope you can make
equally good use of my information. King Orgnum lost his Coffer eighty or
more years ago, during one of the marine battles with the Emperor of Tamriel,
who was then Antiochus Septim. After the loss, Orgnum's island kingdom of
Pyandonea ceased to be a world power - probably because the King could no
longer afford as great a fleet as before. The Coffer washed ashore on
Summurset Isle, where it was an elusive presence. If I were you, I'd go to
a place called the %amn, and see if you can find the map that leads to the
Coffer. I'll inscribe its location onto your map of the continent.
I wish you good luck."
"Yeah, I don't think so. Make me a real offer, %ra."
"Not even close, %ra. Is that the best you can offer?"
"There's a fine line between shrewd bartering and outright insults, and you've
crossed it. Make a legitimate offer this time."
"Oh well. I'll probably still be at %nt for %dit days with my offer standing.
Fare thee well, young %ra."
"No hard feelings, %ra, but I look for other interested parties. I'll be here
%dit days if you want to think about it and get back to me. Until then, goodbye."
"You don't know what you're passing up. Well, I must be leaving %cn in %dit
days, but you'll find me here until then if you come to your senses. Goodbye."
"A little backbone I like, %ra. Would you consider %nap gold instead?"
"Are you certain you can't make it %nap gold? I'd agree to that."
"I'd like to, but I can't accept that. Would you agree to %nap gold?"
The door guard bellows into the rear, "%an! The %ra is back!"
%an emerges from across the room. "You've reconsidered?"
he asks. "If you have the %nap pieces of gold we originally
agreed upon, I'll tell you exactly how one 'might find the
Ebony Mail. Agreed?"
"Hello again, %ra, "%an joins you at the bar. "Good to see it didn't take
you long to change your mind about the Ebony Mail. I assume you're ready to
pay the %nap gold I mentioned before?"
"I wasn't sure I'd see you again, %ra, "says %an, coming
to the bar at the sound of your voice. "I haven't had any other takers
yet, but my offer for sharing the clues to the Ebony Mail stands
at %nap gold. Is this agreeable?"
"Exactly what I hoped you'd say. The bad news is you'll have to go to Black
Marsh to find the Mail, to a nasty little place called the %amn. There lies the
map to the spirit-forsaken dungeon holding the Ebony Mail. You'll find
that the map points out the place where the Dark Elven goddess Boethiah
hid the Mail after she took it from Helath Stormbinder, a warrior she no
longer favored. Rather like Kynareth and Morihaus, but that's another story.
I will inscribe the location of the %amn onto your map of the continent.
The map that will lead you to the Ebony Mail lies there. I doubt if Boethiah
even cares after all this time, but I'll wish you luck anyhow. Goodbye."
"I can understand bargain shopping, but you're being ridiculous. I'm going to
need a lot more than that."
"Not a chance, pal. Try again."
"I assume that was a joke. Please make me a legitimate offer, %ra."
"What a disappointment. Goodbye then. I'll be at %nt for %dit more days if
you change your mind."
"I've wasted enough time already. You can find me here for %dit days if you
get the money or change your mind. Leave me now."
"Sorry we couldn't help one another, %ra. I'm staying here at %nt for %dit
more days, so if there's a change in your courage or your purse size, look
me up. Goodbye."
"Sorry, I can't justify that. %nap gold seems fair. What do you think?"
"You're a good haggler, %ra. I'm afraid I can't accept less than %nap gold."
"I understand your position, trying to get the best price you can. Let's
say %nap gold, shall we?"
Ring of the Khajiit - Traduction
I wasn't sure I'd see you again, %ra, "says %an, coming
to the bar. "I am happy to see you have reconsidered my offer.
I believe we agreed on %ap gold for directions to the
Ring of Khajiit. Does that suit your needs?"
"Good to see you again, %ra," he says. "I haven't had
any luck yet. Seems no one believes I have the information that
I claim. But the Ring of Khajiit exists! If you agree to my last
offer of %ap gold, I will share with you it's secret.
Do you agree?"
%an stands up from the far end of the bar and comes to
join you at the mention of the Ring of Khajiit.
"Oh, it's you again, %ra. Listen, I was just talking to someone else
who seems interested, so if you don't have the %nap gold we
discussed last time, don't waste my time."
"Well, yeah, I suppose we can do business on that. You might've guessed,
but I knew Rajhin myself. He was my friend. For months after he disappeared,
I spoke to a spiritualist, attempting to ascertain his condition. It all came
to naught, until a few weeks ago, when his spirit appeared before me.
He told me he was bound to appear and tell of the Ring of Khajiit, as long as it
was missing from the land. I know it lies in a dank abyss where it had
been hidden by the Underking. He also told me that a map exists to that
crypt. The map is in the %amn, somewhere in Black Marsh. I will inscribe
its location onto your map of the continent. Fare thee well, %ra."
"If that's the best you can offer, just say goodbye. Otherwise, you're going
to have to make it more, %ra."
"Not even close. If that's all you have, don't waste my time."
"Ha. Make me a less amusing offer or stop wasting my time, %ra."
"I was prepared for reasonable haggling. I must say I'm disappointed. Come
back within %dit days if you're willing to negotiate. Goodbye."
"An offer like this comes once in a lifetime. You'll be sorry. I'll give you %dit
days to get back to me here before I move on. Excuse me now."
"Fine. Please excuse me while I look for truly adventurous parties. The offer
and I will be here for %dit days and then we're leaving fair %cn. Free advice:
come back with gold."
"Sorry, I can't justify that. %nap gold seems fair. What do you think?"
"You're a good haggler, %ra. I'm afraid I can't accept less than %nap gold."
"That's a fair offer, but %nap gold pieces is an even more fair offer."
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