Galathil
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- QuestlineQuest
Location - Locate the face sculptor in Riften -
locations
| Hold | Town | Location |
|---|---|---|
| the Rift Hold | Riften | The Ragged Flagon |
Dialogue
(player): I'll have to think about it.
Indeed. It is no small thing to submit yourself to the flesh sculptor's knife.
(player): Are you sure you know what you're doing?
I have not always been a ragged beggar. I learned my art from the masters of the art of flesh sculpture.
I studied with the Faculty of Chirurgeons in Cloudrest. I walked with the Hollow-Faced Men of Nohotogrha for three years.
I count the nobility of both the Empire and the Dominion among my clients.
And yet, I have fallen so low that I must justify myself to a wanderer in the sewers of this backwater of the world.
(player): I understand you know how to change someone's appearance.
This is true, but my techniques only work on the living. You've chosen a different path to remake yourself.
(player): What do you do?
So are you here as a client? Shall I remake your face?
Follow-up choices
Hmm. Very well. Just tell me what you desire - beauty or hideous deformity, nothing is beyond my skill.
Despite my present low estate, I am no beggar. Begone until you have the coin to warrant my skills.
(player): I'll have to think about it.
Indeed. It is no small thing to submit yourself to the flesh sculptor's knife.
(player): Are you sure you know what you're doing?
I have not always been a ragged beggar. I learned my art from the masters of the art of flesh sculpture.
I studied with the Faculty of Chirurgeons in Cloudrest. I walked with the Hollow-Faced Men of Nohotogrha for three years.
I count the nobility of both the Empire and the Dominion among my clients.
And yet, I have fallen so low that I must justify myself to a wanderer in the sewers of this backwater of the world.
(player): What do you do?
But, my techniques only work on the living, not those that have crossed over into undeath.
(player): What do you want?
Hmm, I suppose I can work with your face. After all, the sculptor cannot always choose the finest clay.
Follow-up choices
I assumed you were here to see me about your face. To have it sculpted into something more... artful than Nature has bestowed upon you.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you do?
So are you here as a client? Shall I remake your face?
Follow-up choices
Hmm. Very well. Just tell me what you desire - beauty or hideous deformity, nothing is beyond my skill.
Despite my present low estate, I am no beggar. Begone until you have the coin to warrant my skills.
(player): I'll have to think about it.
Indeed. It is no small thing to submit yourself to the flesh sculptor's knife.
(player): Are you sure you know what you're doing?
I have not always been a ragged beggar. I learned my art from the masters of the art of flesh sculpture.
I studied with the Faculty of Chirurgeons in Cloudrest. I walked with the Hollow-Faced Men of Nohotogrha for three years.
I count the nobility of both the Empire and the Dominion among my clients.
And yet, I have fallen so low that I must justify myself to a wanderer in the sewers of this backwater of the world.
(player): What do you do?
But, my techniques only work on the living, not those that have crossed over into undeath.
Yes. I once practiced my art in the salons and manors of Tamriel's great and good. Now, the scum of Skyrim are my only clients.
But no matter. The greatest artists are never recognized in their own time.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you do?
So are you here as a client? Shall I remake your face?
Follow-up choices
Hmm. Very well. Just tell me what you desire - beauty or hideous deformity, nothing is beyond my skill.
Despite my present low estate, I am no beggar. Begone until you have the coin to warrant my skills.
(player): I'll have to think about it.
Indeed. It is no small thing to submit yourself to the flesh sculptor's knife.
(player): Are you sure you know what you're doing?
I have not always been a ragged beggar. I learned my art from the masters of the art of flesh sculpture.
I studied with the Faculty of Chirurgeons in Cloudrest. I walked with the Hollow-Faced Men of Nohotogrha for three years.
I count the nobility of both the Empire and the Dominion among my clients.
And yet, I have fallen so low that I must justify myself to a wanderer in the sewers of this backwater of the world.
(player): What do you do?
But, my techniques only work on the living, not those that have crossed over into undeath.
(player): What do you want?
What have you done to yourself? I can't work with you in this state, night-walker.
Follow-up choices
I assumed you were here to see me about your face. To have it sculpted into something more... artful than Nature has bestowed upon you.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you do?
So are you here as a client? Shall I remake your face?
Follow-up choices
Hmm. Very well. Just tell me what you desire - beauty or hideous deformity, nothing is beyond my skill.
Despite my present low estate, I am no beggar. Begone until you have the coin to warrant my skills.
(player): I'll have to think about it.
Indeed. It is no small thing to submit yourself to the flesh sculptor's knife.
(player): Are you sure you know what you're doing?
I have not always been a ragged beggar. I learned my art from the masters of the art of flesh sculpture.
I studied with the Faculty of Chirurgeons in Cloudrest. I walked with the Hollow-Faced Men of Nohotogrha for three years.
I count the nobility of both the Empire and the Dominion among my clients.
And yet, I have fallen so low that I must justify myself to a wanderer in the sewers of this backwater of the world.
(player): What do you do?
But, my techniques only work on the living, not those that have crossed over into undeath.
Yes. I once practiced my art in the salons and manors of Tamriel's great and good. Now, the scum of Skyrim are my only clients.
But no matter. The greatest artists are never recognized in their own time.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you do?
So are you here as a client? Shall I remake your face?
Follow-up choices
Hmm. Very well. Just tell me what you desire - beauty or hideous deformity, nothing is beyond my skill.
Despite my present low estate, I am no beggar. Begone until you have the coin to warrant my skills.
(player): I'll have to think about it.
Indeed. It is no small thing to submit yourself to the flesh sculptor's knife.
(player): Are you sure you know what you're doing?
I have not always been a ragged beggar. I learned my art from the masters of the art of flesh sculpture.
I studied with the Faculty of Chirurgeons in Cloudrest. I walked with the Hollow-Faced Men of Nohotogrha for three years.
I count the nobility of both the Empire and the Dominion among my clients.
And yet, I have fallen so low that I must justify myself to a wanderer in the sewers of this backwater of the world.
(player): What do you do?
But, my techniques only work on the living, not those that have crossed over into undeath.
Hmm. Very well. Just tell me what you desire - beauty or hideous deformity, nothing is beyond my skill.
Despite my present low estate, I am no beggar. Begone until you have the coin to warrant my skills.
Why, are you interested in my services? I warn you, my skills do not come cheaply.
Follow-up choices
Hmm. Very well. Just tell me what you desire - beauty or hideous deformity, nothing is beyond my skill.
Despite my present low estate, I am no beggar. Begone until you have the coin to warrant my skills.
(player): I'll have to think about it.
Indeed. It is no small thing to submit yourself to the flesh sculptor's knife.
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Technical data
- ID
- DLC1Surgeon