My apologies, sir. I thought you were a Jew.
I err on the side of caution these days. How can I not? Those rotten Jews steal from me unceasingly. They often pose as customers, wear elaborate disguises, speak in queer dialects, and sometimes, when exposed, they even use their wicked magic.
I see you carry the Truncheon of Submission, sir. The Daedric Princes have slain many Jews with it during the Second Age. Where did you get it?
Forgive me; it is none of my business.
Once again, please accept my sincere apologies, sir. And yes, I will buy your pigskin shoes for 1 gold.
