Yngvar the Singer
- held items
- Quests
- QuestlineQuest
Location The Book of Love The Book of Love -
locations
| Hold | Town | Location |
|---|---|---|
| the Reach Hold | Markarth | Treasury House |
Dialogue
(player): That seems like a lot of money.
Come back when you've got the gold, then.
(player): I'll buy it. (200 gold)
Hmmm. I don't think you've got enough to cover my expenses with Silver-Bloods, much less convince me give my words away.
(player): About that poem....
Are you prepared to receive my golden words?
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(player): I'll buy it. (200 gold)
Hmmm. I don't think you've got enough to cover my expenses with Silver-Bloods, much less convince me give my words away.
Wonderful. I'll write it out so you won't forget it.
Follow-up choices
You should probably just take this directly to Faleen. Wouldn't want the old icebrain stumbling over the words.
You should probably just let Faleen read it herself. Don't want you stumbling over the words and ruining my flow.
(player): That seems like a lot of money.
Come back when you've got the gold, then.
(player): I've heard you might know what Faleen likes.
What? Why, are you... interested?
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Ah, a secret admirer, eh? Don't worry, I won't tell a soul.
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As for what she might like...
I didn't tell you this. Faleen likes to act tough, but she really has a soft spot for, of all things, poetry.
You know, I took some classes at the Bards College as a youth. Poems come in handy when wooing.
There's a poem I once used on an older lady of Rorikstead. I can change it to be about Faleen, if you've got some gold.
Follow-up choices
(player): About that poem....
Are you prepared to receive my golden words?
Follow-up choices
(player): I'll buy it. (200 gold)
Hmmm. I don't think you've got enough to cover my expenses with Silver-Bloods, much less convince me give my words away.
Wonderful. I'll write it out so you won't forget it.
Follow-up choices
You should probably just take this directly to Faleen. Wouldn't want the old icebrain stumbling over the words.
You should probably just let Faleen read it herself. Don't want you stumbling over the words and ruining my flow.
(player): That seems like a lot of money.
Come back when you've got the gold, then.
Calcelmo? Is he interested in Faleen? That sly old codger. I should have guessed.
Good for him. For the both of them.
Between you and me, she could use a bit of warmth.
Follow-up choices
As for what she might like...
I didn't tell you this. Faleen likes to act tough, but she really has a soft spot for, of all things, poetry.
You know, I took some classes at the Bards College as a youth. Poems come in handy when wooing.
There's a poem I once used on an older lady of Rorikstead. I can change it to be about Faleen, if you've got some gold.
Follow-up choices
(player): About that poem....
Are you prepared to receive my golden words?
Follow-up choices
(player): I'll buy it. (200 gold)
Hmmm. I don't think you've got enough to cover my expenses with Silver-Bloods, much less convince me give my words away.
Wonderful. I'll write it out so you won't forget it.
Follow-up choices
You should probably just take this directly to Faleen. Wouldn't want the old icebrain stumbling over the words.
You should probably just let Faleen read it herself. Don't want you stumbling over the words and ruining my flow.
(player): That seems like a lot of money.
Come back when you've got the gold, then.
(player): What do you mean by "blood and silver"?
It's right there in the name of the most powerful family in Markarth. The Silver-Bloods.
They have a whole mine filled with prisoners to dig up silver ore, gets smelted by workers they pay, and they own half the city.
I work for them. The inn is named after them. When the guards make an arrest, they check with them first.
(player): I'm looking for work.
Jarl is who you want to talk to. Always coin to be made killing off some Forsworn in the hills.
As long as you don't mind going axe-to-axe with a bunch of Daedra-worshipping savages who practice the dark arts.
(player): You live here in Markarth?
No. I live in a nice house in Solitude where the air isn't filled with smoke from the silver smelters and golden-haired girls shine my shield.
Been here ever since I left the Bards College. Turns out a few muscles earn more gold than a damn lute.
The Silver-Bloods pay me, let me crack a few skulls, and keep the guards off my back. That's all I need.
(player): Are you threatening me?
If I was threatening you, believe me, you'd know it.
You outsiders never learn. If the Forsworn don't get you, the guards will throw you in Cidhna Mine to work your fingers off.
Think that's water in the river? Blood and silver are what flows through Markarth, friend.
(player): More blood is always better.
Then you've found your home, friend. Blood and silver are what flows through Markarth. Welcome.
(player): Bloody enough.
Then turn around and go back where you came. City doesn't need you, doesn't want you.
Blood and silver are what flows through Markarth. That's the way it is. That's the way it'll stay.
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Technical data
- ID
- Yngvar