Guard: "This man insisted he deliver the amulet to you himself, milord." Richton: "A certain amount of persistence is admirable, isn't it, Dram? Very well. Your job is done. Give the amulet to one of the Guards." Cyrus: "Hold on, Governor. I have a few questions to ask you first. About a woman named Iszara." Dram: "He's no Courier." Richton: "This is not an audience, sir. You forget yourself." Cyrus: "She's been missing for a few months and people think she may be in trouble. They also say you might have something to do with it." Guard: "Milord?" Richton: "No, no. I'll handle him. I know of this Iszara, young man. Her troubles are of her own making, I'm sure. When you mix with thugs and murderers--" Cyrus: "Like I said, you might have something to do with it." Richton: "Under Imperial law, the Restless League, and this Iszara woman, a known consort and confederate of the League, are guilty of piracy, sedition, and treason, and subject to summary execution. In my capacity as Governor, such executions are my responsibility. But... This Iszara has not come to my notice, and if she has disappeared, she has done so without my help. And now, I have other pressing affairs." Cyrus: "Are you saying she was part of the Restless League?" Richton: "You are dismissed, Courier." Cyrus: "We don't seem to understand each other, Governor. Iszara is my sister and this isn't an audience, it's an interrogation. Tell me all you know or I'll give you more trouble than the League ever has." Richton: "You would threaten an Imperial Governor? Are you simple? Threaten me, and you prove yourself a traitor... And must die for it. Guards, seize that man."
After defeating the three guards:
Richton: "So this is the Redguard fire I've heard so much about... Young man, you've the markings of a fine swordsman... But, by your actions, you condemn yourself, and forfeit your life. Dram?" Dram: "No. Let me question this one. He is a fool... But fools can be useful."