Enthir

Oh, no. No, that won't do at all.

Not my problem. Not even a little. Take it to Tolfdir, he's supposed to be looking after you lot.

No. However, I know someone who might.

The court wizard of Markarth, Calcelmo, may have the materials you need to get this journal translated.

A word of warning. Calcelmo is a fierce guardian of his research. Getting the information won't be easy.

A problem? Let me see it.

This is just like Gallus. A dear friend, but always too clever for his own good.

He's written all of the text in the Falmer language.

Karliah? Then she's finally found it.

Do you have Gallus's Journal?

Ironically, I pointed him in the same direction I pointed you. To Markarth and Calcelmo.

I'm only hoping whatever means he used to learn the language will still be available to you.

Besides the fact that there are only a handful of people in Tamriel that even recognize the language?

I'm fairly certain he was planning some sort of a heist that involved a deep understanding of the Falmer language.

Sadly, we never had the opportunity to speak about the details.

Ah yes, quite an amusing anecdote actually. I caught him trying to break into my laboratory.

I was about to show him the error of his ways when he made a curiously astute comment about my research notes.

I was astounded and in turn it lead to a conversation. Who'd have imagined it would lead to such a strong friendship?

Well, for the thrill of course.

He was quite clear that he felt more in his element climbing through a window rather than hunched over a dusty tome.

He was a dear friend of mine and a surprisingly astute pupil of academia... I was devastated when he was killed.

I suppose that risk always coexisted with his line of work, I just never thought his luck would run out.

I don't know. He never told me.

He made most of the arrangements himself, he just needed it transported from Morrowind. That's what I agreed to help with.

If I'd known it was so important to him, I'd have charged him more.