How long have you been a Steward?"It was Dengeir who made me a steward, long ago when he was young. When Dengeir's health began to fail, young Sidgeir [sic] [Do not change this to Siddgeir. This misspelled word is how it appears in-game.] was appointed Jarl in his stead. It was simpler just to keep me as steward. Sidgeir [sic] [Do not change this to Siddgeir. This misspelled word is how it appears in-game.] has no interest in running his hold, and so leaves such matters to me. As for my part, I do my best to see that folk are treated fairly."
Why is your cemetery so large?"Many battles have been fought here over the centuries. Graves were dug and monuments built, and the town grew around these. In time, Falkreath came to be known as the heroes' graveyard. Many noble Jarls and renowned warriors asked to be buried here. Falkreath's reputation has faded somewhat, but the graves remain, reminding us of the one inevitable truth of life."
Siddgeir: "Why have taxes not come in from Granite Hill, Nenya? We should send some guards down there." Nenya: "They are only a little late, Jarl. The trade routes are affected by the war, we should give them another day." Siddgeir: "Very well, but when their emissary arrives I want words with him."
Helvard: "Preparing the defenses is almost impossible lately, every time we get a new war report our needs change." Nenya: "The trade routes are affected as well. Procuring supplies is a guessing game. Weapons sell well though." Helvard: "Mmmm, careful with that, Nenya, our merchants could be selling weapons to an invading force."