My uncle went to town, but her should be back shortly if you need something. I'm still learning the business and I'm not allowed to do anything. My uncle says I don't have a head for numbers. I say as long as my head looks pretty, what else matter?
Did you slip a letter into a Dark Elf's pack?What? No. That wasn't me. Did you see something? There are plenty of half-naked Nords running around Abah's Landing .... Oh, stop interrogating me! I'll confess! It was me! It was all me! But that's all I can say. Client confidentiality, you know.
It's important to someone, just tell me.Not breaking my word is important too. But also mead. Mead is important.
The Dark Elf wants to make contact with whomever gave you the letter. [347 ]
[Intimidate] I wonder what your uncle would say about your little side business. He might want a cut.You'd tell my uncle? That's not very friendly of you. Oh very well! I met a Khajiit woman in Riften, when I was drinking at the inn. She paid me to deliver the letter to the Dark Elf lady here. Never got the Khajiit's name, though. Sorry.