I honor my Lord by destroying you!

You really shouldn't have done that. Enjoy the view!

What's done is done.

Rythe Lythandas seems to be back in town. Wonder where he was off to?

Stop.... TALKING!!!

I've heard others say the same

You're talking to Algot the Northerner. Guess you've got nothing better to do.

So I've heard.

What brings you to this neck of the woods, hunting goblins? Sure, they're all over Cyrodiil, but you'll find their holes thick in the West Weald.

Foul creatures! I avoid them wherever I can. Although the meat is quite tasty, I hear.

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If you're not careful the Brethren will have to teach you a lesson!

Here? Right here? What about, say... over there? No? Right here? All right then, you're the Grand Champion! Whatever you say!

I'm here because I'm a loafer! And the City is an easy place for a loafer to get by. I do odd jobs. A little adventuring. Build up a little pile

You got some Skooma, yeah? Right buddy? Pal? To share? Come on, pass the Skooma already!

You can't see me! He can't see me! No one can see me!

Do we know each other? There's something familiar about you, but I just can't place it."

If you're looking for trouble, you're getting warm.

Your presence here will not be tolerated!!

I will send your bloody soul straight to Sovngarde!!

[I have not heard this one in Oblivion?]

FOR THE EMPIREEEEEEE!!

This is a Dark Elf bar. Cursing, spitting, and screaming? No problem. Fighting is fine with me, too, only the Guard objects, and they'll fine you or lock you up. Not my call.