Reynald Jemane has a terrible memory. Last time I saw him in Cheydinhal he walked right past me, as if I wasn't even there!

Very true! My remote numerology apparatus picked up vibrations in the probability lines that continue to this day!

I can't deny you.

What brings you to this neck of the woods?

So, who will it be this time? The Blue Team or the Yellow Team?

The Arena's faked. You think those guys are getting killed? Really? It's just berry syrup and ham-acting.

You Hear that? The guards are coming. For you HHAHAHA!

Pierce his heart with an arrow, right through the bars of the cell. Quick and easy.

I hear Rythe Lysandas is back in town. Wonder where he was off to?

Come hither!

You should not be here, mortal. Your blood is forfeit, your flesh is mine!

I fought mudcrabs more fearsome than you!!

Youuuu shall knowwwww pain!!!!

That's rather forward of you, don't you think? We've only just met and already you're ordering me around... I must say, I enjoy this take-charge attitude.

Optimism! How adorable! I love it! Even at the end, you make me laugh. I'm lying. That wasn't funny at all. No matter. Soon you and everyone else will be dead, and I will be left a mad god, ruler of a dead realm. Again.

(I just went back to my Oblivion playthrough yesterday and replaying the Shivering Isles DLC, so this came to mind since I am close to the end of the questline.)

We can't talk here. Too public. Meet me behind the Great Chapel at midnight.

Perhaps you should seek out a priest. Perhaps a beggar. Or guardsman. You and I, we have nothing in common. What could we possibly talk about?

A coooooiiiiiiiiiin, for an olde beggah?

*gives coin to beggah*

Thank you, kind lady!

Where is our blessing? Where is our protection? Where are our gods? The Enemy triumphs, and we die alone.

The Nine Divines are boring! Daedra - they are never boring!