The bards will be busy composing songs in your honor for years to come. To think that we have lived through such times. I salute you, Hero of Kvatch. You have saved Cyrodiil.
Please, can you spare a coin? I have not eaten in days. My wife kicked me out of the house after I messed with her sister 3 years ago at the Festival of Forbearance… and I have been living on the streets ever since. She spread some nasty rumors about me in revenge. I became addicted to Moonsugar. I did… I did some awful things to obtain it… I am so ashamed. Please, can you spare a coin? I am so hungry…
Or, perhaps, the Hero of Kvatch would like to be pleasured in exchange for coin? We can go behind that tree, nobody will see us. I am clean. I have just finished bathing in the river. Smell my fur – please.
