Ancarion

So you know my purpose here, then? I suppose you must have found that dullard of a blacksmith.

Unfortunately for you, my mission here is also a secret. To protect it, I have no choice but to silence you.

Now, give me one good reason that I should not kill you where you stand.

I might not trust you, but I will trust your greed. Very well, take the map.

Return here with Stalhrim weapons and armor, and I will pay you a fair price for them.

Tell the blacksmith whatever lie you will. We have no further need of him.

You expect me to just hand you the map, so you can deliver it to the blacksmith and laugh at the foolish Thalmor you so easily outwitted?

You have made a grave miscalculation, and now you will pay the price!

And you will sell them to me. I suppose I'll have to give you the map first?

Here to make me an offer, then? Very well, what do you have in mind?

I admit, we are not making the progress I'd hoped. Perhaps you are right, this venture might be more trouble than it's worth.

Very well, you have convinced me. We will depart the island shortly and seek our weapons elsewhere.

You dare to question me? That insult will be your last!

I can see that is no idle threat. Very well, we will depart the island once we have loaded the ship.

No weapon is worth dying for, not even a weapon forged from Stalhrim.

Here, give this map to the blacksmith. I have no further need of it.

You dare threaten me? For that insolence, I will flay the flesh from your bones!

What do you have for me?