Anoriath is the brother of Elrindir and also the co-owner of The Drunken Huntsman. Elrindir works the counter at The Drunken Huntsman, whereas Anoriath sells hunting goods and meats in the market just outside of The Bannered Mare. He is a possible target or victim in The Companions quests, "Hired Muscle" and "Rescue Mission". He is also the target in the Dark Brotherhood quest "Contract: Kill Anoriath". If he dies, his coffin can be found in the Whiterun Hall of the Dead.
Anoriath is generally friendly when interacted with and seems to be a keen huntsman, as suggested when he tells the Dragonborn that he hunted all of the game he sells at his stall himself, and that it is 'fresh from the wilds', even though it is rare to see him or his brother outside of Whiterun.
The taste of meatEdit
Brenuin: "Just browsin' today. If the gods be kind, someone will take mercy on me and spare a few Septims."
Anoriath: "If they do, promise you'll actually purchase something for once."
Brenuin: "By Ysmir, I will. Gods know it's been too long since I tasted real meat."
Anoriath: "Certainly. I'll be sure to bring some back for you the next time I go hunting."
Ysolda: "Make it quick, and there might be a bowl of hot stew in it for you."
Sausages for a friendEdit
Olfina: "Got any sausages? I'm cooking a special breakfast for a friend, and they're his favorite."
Anoriath: "Would your good friend be named Jon, by any chance? I've spied the two of you talking quite intimately." or "Glad to see you're making new friends. I know Jon's death was hard on you."
Olfina: "Best you forget whatever you think you saw, elf. Such idle talk can prove hazardous to one's health."
Anoriath: "I can assure you, it's all fresh. I hunt the game myself, every day."
Nazeem: "Hmm. As you say."
Anoriath: "Maybe you'd like to try the horker? Or some beef?"
Nazeem: "You don't prepare the meat with any of those strange Elven spices, do you?"
Anoriath: "Ahhhh... No, no Elven spices; just some salt, to preserve it. You're not afraid of salt, are you?"
Nazeem: "I'm not 'afraid' of anything. I simply prefer quality merchandise. No, no this meat won't do at all. Too much fat, and it all smells... wrong."
Anoriath: "Suit yourself, then. The woods are that way. Outside the walls, walk straight ahead. Can't miss them. Good luck on your hunt."
Nazeem: "Good day."
Elrindir: "Again? You just had an 'extended hunt' last month. To the pine forest, wasn't it?"
Anoriath: "That was three days. I'm thinking more like three weeks."
Elrindir: "Three weeks? You're mad! You can't keep the stand closed for that long!"
Anoriath: "Why not? Business has been terrible. Most folk would rather hunt their own meat than buy ours."
Elrindir: "Nonsense. That's just an excuse for you to avoid working, and 'commune with the greenwood like our fathers of old' and blah blah."
Anoriath: "Congratulations, brother. You've been living in Skyrim so long, you've become a Nord."
Elrindir: "At least the Nords don't shirk their responsibilities."
Anoriath: "All right. I'll fletch some more when I get the time."
Elrindir: "Good. I'll do the same. We've still got plenty of shafts from that Riverwood shipment."
No word from fatherEdit
Elrindir: "Don't worry, brother. I'm sure he's fine. We've waited longer before receiving a letter."
Anoriath: "Might be worth riding out to Solitude, see if a messenger ship's come in."
Elrindir: "If it'll put your mind at ease, then I agree. But not now, all right? We need the business from the stand."
- "Finest cuts, fresh from the wilds!"
- "Tired of bread and stew? Had enough of fish and fowl? Treat yourself and your kin to a choice cut of steak or a tender rack of ribs."
- "Try the venison - it's delicious."