An escutcheon of Dwemer make, capable of shielding you from both the spell and sword. I can grant you a powerful token for this task. I want you to go to Bthardamz and Kill Orchendor, in my name.' What would I gain from this? 'The pettiness of mortals.
He shepherded them into Bthardamz for me, but has since lost his way. One of my monks, the elf Orchendor, was sent to gather these Afflicted.
The decisions you've made intrigue me, and I wonder if you are a proper agent for a task of mine.' What task? 'I sent a blessing to Mundus, a wasting plague that infected a scattering of Breton villages.
I would have you hear me well, so let these vapors fill your lungs.' What is this? Have I been poisoned? 'In a sense, but no more poisoned than a fool after too much wine.' What do you want with me? 'I have watched you for some time, you know.
