| Tedral Mendrin (RefID: xx078161) |
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| Home City | Bruma | ||
| House | Tedral Mendrin's Shack | ||
| Race | Dark Elf | Gender | Male |
| Level | 7 | Class | Farmer |
| RefID | xx078161 | BaseID | xx0650F3 |
| Other Information | |||
| Health | 150 | Magicka | 570 |
| Stamina | 70 | ||
| Perks | Destruction: Novice Destruction Restoration: Novice Restoration |
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| Morality | No Crime | Aggression | Unaggressive |
| Faction(s) | CYRBrumaShackResidentsFaction; CYRCrimeFactionBruma; CYRTownBrumaFaction | ||
Tedral Mendrin is a Dark Elf farmer and refugee from Windhelm who now lives in the slums just outside Bruma's northern gate.
After waking up at 8am, Tedral will eat breakfast and relax in his shack until 11am, when he ventures outside. Until 7pm, he will then be found wandering around the slums, cursing his luck. After a quick dinner, he will spend the rest of the evening in his shack, before heading to bed at midnight.
Tedral wears a belted tunic and a farmer's boots and hat. He carries the key to his shack, a pair of farmer's gloves, six empty mead bottles and a random selection of gold, lockpicks, gems, jewelry, food and drink. As well as being armed with a steel dagger, Tedral is also able to cast the spells Frostbite and Healing.
DialogueEdit
Tedral's angry despondency is evident when first meeting him:
- "What brings you to our squalor?"
If you ask why he's in the slums he sarcastically replies:
- "I just love the atmosphere. The decaying, rotting wood, the freezing cold, the lice... it's so delightfully rustic."
If you agree, he chuckles:
- "Your sarcasm is palpable. As was mine."
If you appear confused, he spits:
- "I'm being sarcastic. Seems you have the brainpower of a pony guar. This place is horrible. I'm not here by choice."
If you call him out, he apologizes:
- "Why am I being sarcastic? Maybe it's because of the wonderfully well-crafted... gah, sorry about the sarcasm. It's just hard to keep my spirits up in this frigid squat. I don't mean to come across badly, I... sorry."
Either way, he will then continue:
- "I got chased out of Skyrim by a mob of angry Windhelm citizens with pitchforks. They called me a "Witch Elf", a "dirty greyskin". Since the Grey [sic] Quarter was never particularly homely anyway, I decided I'd leave. I thought people might be a little more tolerant in Cyrodiil. They are, but I don't have the gold for a house. So I sit around, freezing my arse off, in the slums."
ConversationsEdit
While walking around the slums, you may hear Tedral and neighbor Blind Balius trading barbs:
Tedral: "Look who it is! Blind Balius himself."
Balius: "What do you want now, Tedral?"
Tedral: "Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see you in all your glory."
Balius: "Hmph. Yes, I'm blind and old...but what's your excuse? You're just as bad off as me."
Tedral: "I was attacked by your people, fetcher. One day I might just take up the issue with you."
Balius: "Just leave me be, elf."