Online:Outfitter Hireling

	Outfitter Hireling
Line		Clothing
Skill Rank				Line Rank
Rank I				3
Rank II				12
Rank III				32

Outfitter Hireling I: A hireling will send you some clothing materials and possibly other items every day.

Outfitter Hireling II: A hireling will send you more clothing materials and possibly other items every day. You have a chance at better quality materials.

Outfitter Hireling III: A hireling will send you even more clothing materials and possibly other items every day. You have a greater chance at better quality materials.

Outfitter Hireling gives you a hireling, Madam Firilanya (later Veesk-Olan, Uraviin Dres and Granny Gravius), who will give you an assortment of Clothing items every day. These will arrive in your mailbox as letters with attachments which must be claimed within 30 days or they will be lost. You do not receive shipments if you don't log on, so it is advisable to log into each character with points invested in this passive each day to claim your free items.

CorrespondenceEdit

Complete correspondence from outfitter hirelings as of 2017-10-16 is listed in the table below.

Outfitter Hireling Correspondence
Number	Author	Message
1	Madam Firilanya	Madam Firilanya, at your service. A true pleasure to become your exclusive outfitter. Your sartorial expertise is known even in the Summerset Isles. With my extensive mercantile connections, I shall source materials so you may create the finest-fitting—and looking!—armors. I've enclosed proof of my diligence. Expect regular deliveries!
2	Madam Firilanya	Once again, a timely delivery. I do hope you are pleased with the contents. The seasonal rains nearly washed them from the docks, but a good Altmer securing chain is worth its weight in gold. Unless you're imprisoned, of course.
3	Madam Firilanya	I don't know why High Elven names confuse many throughout Tamriel, but to help bridge cultural differences I answer to "Miss Firi" or "Madam Lanya," as well as my given name. A competitor of mine once called me "Fishwife Firi," so I undercut her prices until she left town. I had to draw the line somewhere.
4	Madam Firilanya	I never understand complaints made about nautical travel. You begin and end each journey in port. There you can find excellent deals for materials, such as what I have enclosed. The sea salt should wash right off.
5	Madam Firilanya	The prices on untreated boar hides are outrageous. It's as though they've been hunted to extinction, at least in Valenwood. All that Green Pact business must be the culprit. I wager they ate right through them!
6	Madam Firilanya	I heard a rumor of plague in the Colovian highlands. You have to take care when these things present themselves. If true there is great opportunity for profit, but if false you've wasted a trip. Until I know more I think I'll stick to the southern coasts. Wonderful prices down here, as I'm sure my latest delivery reveals.
7	Madam Firilanya	I hope the first week in your employ has found you pleased with my services. If ever I am delayed due to the vagaries of travel, I have instructed my assistant to handle deliveries. This way you shall never want for a steady supply of materials.
8	Madam Firilanya	This talk of war certainly makes things difficult for a roving outfitter such as myself, but no more so than anyone else. Some of the deals are phenomenal. But what use are cheaply purchased goods if they're raided or commandeered by roving armies?
9	Madam Firilanya	An interesting lead! Rumors tell of a haberdasher in Black Marsh whose treated wamasu scales are crafted into the most eye-catching hats. In theory the same treated scales could be applied to pauldrons or hauberks. Perhaps they'll be flashier than the materials I've provided today!
10	Madam Firilanya	My journey to Black Marsh begins in earnest, in search of treated wamasu scales. If I can convince the haberdasher to reveal his treatment process, I shall stockpile wamasu scales and corner the market.
11	Madam Firilanya	Fleshflies. I've had enough of the filthy creatures! Not for my own flesh, but that of the leatherwork I brought for trade. Thankfully they don't have a taste for the contents of my latest delivery.
12	Madam Firilanya	Did you know there is no word in Jel for haberdasher? A friendly local informed me I should travel to the more remote villages and ask for a Kaoc Xuth Waxhuthi, which I'm told means "hat create person."
13	Madam Firilanya	The haberdasher of Black Marsh was a rumor. "Wamasu scale treatment" is a Black Marsh jest for an impossible task. Also, never say Kaoc Xuth Waxhuthi in remote Argonian villages. The reaction is … unfavorable. (I must have written it down incorrectly.)
14	Madam Firilanya	I found the most amazing dish today near the border of Cyrodiil. The innkeeper called it an Eidar cap. You hollow out a bread loaf, melt Eidar cheese in a pot, and pour it inside the bread. You can dip the bread inside and eat it there, or let it cool and take the whole thing with you as you travel. Delicious!
15	Madam Firilanya	Cyrodiil is rife with bandits. They slew four caravan guards and made off with half of my baggage. But all is not lost! I recovered the chain mail from the guards' armor. A quick rinse, some polish, and I traded the lot in Bravil for the material I have enclosed.
16	Madam Firilanya	You certainly know of the White-Gold Tower at the heart of the Imperial city. After all the turmoil, once things are stable, do you think they'd let me climb the tower and see the view? I bet you can see Auridon from up there.
17	Madam Firilanya	A conjurer lost control of a scamp this morning. The little thing found its way to the market and, I'm not entirely clear how, got its head stuck inside a melon. It teetered about, loosing balls of fire into the air, and eventually stumbled into a pile of manure which it then set alight. I've never seen so many laugh so hard while in such danger.
18	Madam Firilanya	I lost a bet with a trader from Elsweyr. For the remainder of the week, whenever I barter for goods, I'm to wear a painted Khajiiti Senche-mask. I thought it would affect my trades, and it has! Last night, after finishing my trading, I overheard some locals mention the Cat Elf with the outstanding prices. I've doubled my volume!
19	Madam Firilanya	I once sold a shrine of Zenithar to a Breton noblewoman. Though I didn't own the shrine, I never once lied to her! There's an art to playing upon people's mistaken assumptions, and I simply wished to see how artful I was. Of course, I immediately tithed most of her payment to the nearest temple. It does one no good to mock the Eight Divines.
20	Madam Firilanya	I heard a wandering priest of the Eight Divines was hung in the Imperial City. The charge was treason. No details, but the locals are uneasy. Time for me to move along. Uneasy locals means a general distrust of outsiders is just over the horizon.
21	Madam Firilanya	There's no plague in the Colovian highlands. But there is good news! A wasting sickness has gripped much of the population. Rest, recuperation, and a strong tonic will cure it, but local custom has the sick wear flax scarves over their mouths and noses. The profits I made in selling the tawdry things went to the enclosed material.
22	Madam Firilanya	Accused of spreading the plague with flax scarves. One step ahead of the mob. Forgive my brevity.
23	Madam Firilanya	The mob torched the barn where I hid, but a kind sorcerer aided my escape! I am now hiding in the cave he calls his home. Most of my traveling stock was destroyed in the fire, but the sorcerer offered to deliver this letter and what meager material I brought with me. He seems a kindly old sort. You have him to thank for this delivery!
24	Madam Firilanya	The sorcerer who aided my escape belongs to the Cult of the Black Worm. He wished access to my "plague scarves" for his own purposes. I spun an elaborate lie of their hiding spot. When he left to retrieve them, I raided a hamper marked "Plague Zombie Ritual Material" and fled. Have no fear—neither the "plague" nor "zombie" portions were present.
25	Madam Firilanya	I have completely replenished my stock! Worm Cult sorcerers have so much useful material at hand. The one who aided my escape from the mob wasn't happy to learn I'd had no part in the plague after all. It was a gamble to collapse the deadfall atop him when he returned to his cave, but sorcerers rarely look up. Enclosed are some of the spoils!
26	Madam Firilanya	Worked leather is impossible to find in the markets. The stock has dwindled to nothing, almost overnight. This tells me one of two things: either someone with much gold seeks to drive up the price before flooding the markets with leather, or they plan to armor a cohort of ogrim. I should watch for bulk purchases of oversized buckles!
27	Madam Firilanya	If you are ever offered something called "pumpkin wine," you should pour the stuff anywhere but into your own mouth. I was not so lucky.
28	Madam Firilanya	If the Mages Guild can communicate with every one of their chapters across Tamriel, why can't they alert one another to the spread of disease? You'd think such a service would benefit every Empire, kingdom, or stronghold in the land.
29	Madam Firilanya	I'm due for more caravan travel as I seek out lower prices on trading stock. You learn to fight off the weariness in time. On those long roads, after a hard rain, the stench of a damp ox is often foul enough to keep your mind alert.
30	Madam Firilanya	I must apologize for my previous shipment. It seems I swapped your intended package with materials owed to another. Here is the intended shipment, but as it was my mistake, you should keep the materials already received. This area is rife with thievery so I removed all labels from my packaging. I shall triple-check next time!
31	Madam Firilanya	Finally, I've reached Anvil! With its protected harbor and well-traveled caravan routes, there is nowhere in Tamriel that I cannot send shipments. Except the Reach, of course. And Sunforge. Or Solstheim, come to think of it. But my point stands! Wherever you travel, my shipments shall follow. Even to those wretched places.
32	Madam Firilanya	I've rented a small warehouse in Anvil for bulk goods. Now I may purchase directly from laden ships, store at the warehouse, and resell as needed. I'll need a good name for the placard, of course! It took a while to narrow down my options, but I've settled on "The Bolt Hole."
33	Madam Firilanya	My new business is no longer "The Bolt Hole." Last night a crowd of drunken sailors arrived. From the name alone, they expected my new establishment to be a house of ill repute! To avoid further confusion, I changed the name to "Bolts in Bulk."
34	Madam Firilanya	I erred again with my business name. "Bolts in Bulk" drew a different crowd of drunken sailors. It seems "bolt" is a local euphemism for something you'd associate with a bawdy house. This rules out my alternate names: "The Bolt Store," "The Better Bolt," and "Barrelfuls of Bolts." I've gone with a safe alternative: "No-Bilk Silks."
35	Madam Firilanya	Ridiculous! "No-Bilk Silks" is the name of a well-known Argonian night-swain. I learned this from the well-heeled sailors who arrived last night, vastly disappointed he wasn't available for "conversation." I give up! Now I'm calling my business "The Raw Deal." I can only hope everyone thinks it's the least appealing brothel in Tamriel.
36	Madam Firilanya	There is a danger in playing tavern games with which you are unfamiliar. This is why I learn every one of them! Seven Mugs, Skink Smash, Knuckle Jugglers, Troll Stutters, Red Staben's Dance, Frogswallow, Bilge Baiting, and even Wattle Swinging, which some Nords will say can be played with a mammoth. Do not believe this. They are testing you.
37	Madam Firilanya	Anvil is an odd place. Everyone knows raiding bands keep gold flowing through the port. It's always rougher when their boats return, but the locals are mostly immune. Even the meanest dogs are loathe to foul their own nests. A curious balance, but they seem to keep it.
38	Madam Firilanya	What do you suppose the moons are? The Khajiit think them gods, while the Mages Guild says they're islands in the sky. I've heard stranger theories. A sailor once said they were enormous atronachs, wrestling for the amusement of the Daedric Princes. He says it's what causes thunderstorms! Foolish man. Everybody knows they're made by Sheogorath.
39	Madam Firilanya	There's been talk of werewolves in the nearby hills, so I've taken precautions with your latest package. You've no doubt noticed the smell on the packaging! It's a local remedy, sworn to keep them away. If you are yourself afflicted, my sincere apologies. Soak your hands with the salts in the enclosed pouch to soothe any irritation.
40	Madam Firilanya	Some find it strange that I rarely trade with stronghold Orcs. I have no problem trading with Orcs, of course! But I've learned the Orcs who live in strongholds are like mages you find in caves: powerful, insular, and able to turn you inside out when they're having a bad day.
41	Madam Firilanya	I always bribe the lighthouse keepers at a port. They're first to spot the ships, and can send runners with what they know of the shipmasters, their expected hauls, and the like. The best weapon is a keen mind, my mother always said! Also a dueling sword. She was rather particular.
42	Madam Firilanya	I heard a version of Over the Seas last night called "Ever the Tease and Over the Mane." Things grew racier from there. You know how it is, lots of nautical phrases like "half-mast" and "anchors aweigh" taking on vastly different meanings. Sailors think they're so clever.
43	Madam Firilanya	The dockworkers in Anvil made it abundantly clear I need to hire locals to staff my business. Tomorrow I have two choices: sift through the sotted dregs everybody else refused to hire, or watch the dockworkers throw everything I own into the harbor. I'm still weighing my options. That should tell you the quality I expect to find.
44	Madam Firilanya	I interviewed ten candidates for assistants. All of them are terrible, but I must hire one or the dockworkers will acquaint my belongings with the sea. This is not unlike straining sewage with your teeth—no matter how bad it tastes, you must do your utmost to keep the biggest pieces of dung on the outside.
45	Madam Firilanya	Wharf Dog Melloy, a Breton with a Khajiit-tail necklace. Low-Neck, an Argonian who says he is best at "stealing things." Cuts First, who beneath her extensive scars is either a spindly Nord or a stocky High Elf. I must hire one of them to appease the Anvil dockworkers. Very well! I'll give each a trial day and see who outworks the rest.
46	Madam Firilanya	Cuts First threw a knife at me when I told her to move some barrels. I found Wharf Dog Melloy sleeping off the skooma shakes in my office. Low-Neck is missing, along with my ledger. Thankfully I'd hidden today's delivery, or he'd have made off with your package.
47	Madam Firilanya	Low-Neck returned with my ledger this morning and said he was impressed with my volume of business. He promised to skim no more than a small portion of my profits. Better a candid thief than a throatcutter or a skooma fiend! I hired him on the spot. If you receive this package, it means my new assistant can take direction.
48	Madam Firilanya	I heard a joke the other day. What do you call someone who rants about Dwarves who sew jewelry into the fringes of their robes? A Dwemer hemmer gem condemner! (I never said it was a good joke.)
49	Madam Firilanya	I watched a Wood Elf kill another Wood Elf today. She pulled a dagger, slipped up behind him, and cut his throat. Then she shouted something about "avenging the black sap." Her surprise when most everyone shrugged and went about their business marked her as an outsider. If the locals have no time to bet on a fight, its outcome doesn't matter.
50	Madam Firilanya	I find it best to honor all of the Divines. Even Akatosh, who commands us to "serve and obey the Emperor." I tithe to him so he can settle that particular mess. Queen Ayrenn, Jorunn the Skald-King, High King Emeric, or someone else entirely. Perhaps even you! Whoever it is, emperors are good for business.
51	Madam Firilanya	A dozen zombies shambled from the sea onto the Anvil docks. The entire crew of the Gizzard Cutter shrieked as one and fled for the hills! I'd heard of Redguard superstitions involving the undead, but never seen it in person. The Khajiiti crew of the Sleek Claws slew the zombies, then raided the Gizzard Cutter's hold. I admit, I'm still chuckling.
52	Madam Firilanya	You may wonder why I am so diligent with the frequency and quantity of my deliveries at such an agreeable rate. Though this is certainly a service I provide, word of our association has provided multiple business opportunities for me. In a way, your reputation is funding your shipments!
53	Madam Firilanya	Have you heard the phrase "squeeze blood from a stone," or some variation? I met a member of the Mages Guild who assures me this relates to some rather infamous gargoyle experiments. I'm not sure if I should believe him. He insisted Vanus Galerion was born a Snow Elf. I insisted he'd had too much to drink.
54	Madam Firilanya	There's very little time to explain, but I must board a ship to Alik'r. Here is your latest package. If I am unable to contact you for the duration, my assistant Low-Neck will handle the next week's deliveries.
55	Madam Firilanya	I made landfall in Khefrem. I expected a drier climate, but the western waters are quite refreshing. And now for the good news! I heard a rumor of a mage deep in the Alik'r wastes who trades incredibly exotic materials, but only when both moons are full—two days hence, according to the charts! Tomorrow I leave for his tower.
56	Madam Firilanya	I knew the scorpions were large, but I didn't expect them to outsize the horses! Thankfully they turn with the grace of rowboats and lunge like drunken sailors, something I've long since grown accustomed to avoiding. The horse I rented knew more than enough to give the creatures a wide berth. I continue to the mage's tower!
57	Madam Firilanya	Bad news. The tower was entirely empty, but for a single table. Upon it was paper, pen, and inkwell. The paper said "Petitioner's Trade" at the top. Out of spite, I wrote "the sleep you stole from me" before bedding down in the tower. In the morning I sought the page as a souvenir, but it must have fluttered away in the night. So I took the pen!
58	Madam Firilanya	We return to Anvil with nearly empty hands. It was too good to be true, despite the assurances from sources I normally trust. Low-Neck At least I was able to turn a profit on barrels of dried fish. The spices alone will fund a backlog of shipments—such as the one.
59	Madam Firilanya	Always pay your dues to the Thieves Guild! If you're protected, they're better than any city guard at finding who slipped a bolt of fine silk out of your warehouse. The last thing they want is independent competition.
60	Madam Firilanya	A traveling merchant tried to sell some relics he claimed were taken from a Dark Anchor. He'd clearly never been to Anvil before he came, because the sailors here are quite superstitious. When they finished with him, he left town as a "pitch goose." This is why I always learn about my markets!
61	Madam Firilanya	The storms here are terrible! I'm not certain this package will reach you. If not, I shall double the volume of my next shipment. And if so, I hope you will forgive any unexpected sponginess.
62	Madam Firilanya	A smith's apprentice tried to woo me the other day. I tried to let her down with grace. The extensive travel and associated dangers are poison to relationships. For now, my only love is business! Also, slippers made out of bear paws. So comfortable! If you ever make it to Orsinium, ask around.
63	Madam Firilanya	A Fighters Guild contract led three imbeciles to slaughter a nearby Goblin tribe. This is the same tribe I'd paid to cull the harpies along the nearby caravan routes! If I were a cynical person, I'd think the Fighters Guild was looking for a more lucrative harpy contract. Did you know they charge twenty times what Goblins do? Maddening!
64	Madam Firilanya	Under no circumstances should you ask a Sea Elf to toss you a knotted line. You'd think they'd been trained at the same carnival, the way they all mimed reaching for their drawstrings. And most of them were women! I walked away. I have no interest in knowing just how different Maormer are from the rest of the Elves.
65	Madam Firilanya	I received a strange delivery today. At first I thought it a returned shipment, for it was wrapped in the same packaging I use. But inside was a lacquered box, and within that an immaculate silvered cloth that unfolded to the size of a bedsheet. Was this a gift from you for my service? If so, thank you profusely! Such lovely patterns woven in.
66	Madam Firilanya	I realize the silvered sheet was not sent from you—forgive my presumption. Still, it is a wonderful bedsheet! I did have the strangest dream last night. I was standing outside a citadel. I heard the strangest song, but I couldn't make out the words. If I could carry a tune I'd sing it. Perhaps I should try? No, no … I couldn't do it justice.
67	Madam Firilanya	Today I woke just before dawn. I heard the song again! I can hum the notes, but the words aren't anything I recognize, and I speak four languages! Did I hear it in the citadel? I must have. I dreamt I was pounding at the door. Such a strange place. I think I'll take a nap after sending this package. The silvered sheet is so warm.
68	Madam Firilanya	the words i understand the words for the song is the key to the doorway it spins and twitches and is perfection i must share the song with you it is my duty it is truth but i cannot send away the Argent Chord i must not part with the song or it will leave me the song is endless it must not end or all shall fade
69	Madam Firilanya	help me the singing is so loud make it stop
70	Low-Neck	I am Miss Firi's assistant, Low-Neck. She is very sick so I will be sending you packages until she gets better. She is a private person who would not want details of her sickness shared. Out of respect, I will not say she was found screaming and scratching at her ears in the small hours. Or that her wounds will mostly heal.
71	Low-Neck	I am still Low-Neck, Miss Firi's assistant. She is very organized and has prepared many packages for you, to be sent if she is ever delayed on a journey. Her long rest is a delay, is it not? Therefore I will send you packages daily. Unless her journey takes longer than three weeks, at which point all I could send is her stockpile of calipers.
72	Low-Neck	This is Low-Neck. While going through Miss Miss Firi's belongings I found a silvery cloth with black weaving. It smelled strange, like rotten eggs. I traded it for another stinky thing, a small barrel of salted fish which I left by her bedside. She hates the smell of salted fish, so perhaps it will help her wake.
73	Low-Neck	Low-Neck again. Miss Firi is unable to pay me while she sleeps, so I took my wages from the strongbox where she stores her money. The locked one, beneath the locked trapdoor, under the junk-laden cart. The one with the old tapestries draped upon it. Did you know her decoy strongbox has more locks than the real one? She is a clever woman.
74	Low-Neck	It is still Low-Neck writing, but not for much longer. I am pleased to say Miss Firi recovers. She no longer screams when she sees my face, so this is progress. It is now more of a whimpering, with occasional prayers to the Eight Divines. I tried wearing an amusing hat, but that led to more screams.
75	Madam Firilanya	Please forgive my recent illness. I understand Low-Neck followed the instructions I left him in the event of my absence. I raised his salary, which is to say I agreed he could skim slightly more from my profits. I am still in poor health, but am still capable of continuing your shipments.
76	Madam Firilanya	My assistant says you know more details of my illness than I first realized. If I said anything unsuitable, I beg your forgiveness. I still don't entirely understand what happened. I remember writing an angry letter to the Fighters Guild about harpies, and then it was weeks later. Perhaps the ink was poisoned? I'll have it checked, to be certain.
77	Madam Firilanya	the singing the singing i can still hear it they never stop why won't they stop
78	Madam Firilanya	I can't find yesterday's shipment anywhere. Low-Neck insists he saw me hand it to the courier, but I have no recollection of doing so. Did you receive anything? Low-Neck has never lied to me before. Perhaps I need more rest. I assure you it will not affect my duties.
79	Madam Firilanya	A great wave washed three ships into the Anvil docks. One went up in enormous gouts of blue flames. The other two—it was as though the ships began to scream, as though they could feel pain—and then it all stopped. All three carried some of my outgoing shipments, and now their captains refuse to sail.
80	Madam Firilanya	Dozens of raiding ships returned to Anvil today. I hear their raid was a failure, which makes for tense streets. Low-Neck warns me to stay inside after dark, at least for the next few days. It seems when raiders lose a big fight, they like to pick many little ones.
81	Madam Firilanya	Half a dozen Undaunted provoked some raiders. A tavern game got out of hand and they refused to back down. Usually these things end in a few broken teeth, but not today. I've never seen any hung from a mizzenmast's spars before. Today, I saw it happen six times.
82	Madam Firilanya	Tragic news. At dawn, horsemen wearing Imperial armor rode down pilgrims traveling to a distant shrine of Arkay. I asked around this morning, but nobody knew any details—or even of the attack. Were the soldiers Imperial cavalry, or bandits wearing stolen armor? I suppose it doesn't matter when dozens lie dead.
83	Madam Firilanya	I'm no longer allowed in my favorite tavern. Word of the massacred Arkay pilgrims arrived in Anvil last night. How could I have known yesterday morning? It happened while I slept! When pressed, I could not recall how I knew. I could tell they were afraid of me. Perhaps drink is the last thing I need right now.
84	Madam Firilanya	Low-Neck said I was speaking Jel in my sleep. I'm not sure what should have me more concerned: that I was talking in the Argonian tongue, a language I've never learned, or that my assistant was in my bedroom as I slept. He insisted he was simply looking through my jewelry box for rings to steal. How is that supposed to reassure me?
85	Madam Firilanya	My apologies if this arrived with any delay. I couldn't locate my assistant so I had to manage this shipment myself. Low-Neck seems to disappear when there's trouble. I do hope he's all right.
86	Madam Firilanya	I have left Anvil for good. It seems the raiders thought me cursed and feared I'd spread it to their ships. Before they could torch my warehouse, Low-Neck smuggled both my goods and myself onto a Dark Elf trading vessel. The crew here are devout, fearing nothing but the wrath of their three living gods. More later. We depart for Vvardenfell.
87	Madam Firilanya	The Dark Elf vessel—the Graceful Netch—stopped briefly in Rivenspire. Blood fiends and civil war is all anyone could talk about in Northsalt Village. Also, strange happenings in the nearby city of Northpoint. I don't know the details, but I recommend avoiding uncivil blood fiends should you visit. For me, it's on to Vvardenfell.
88	Madam Firilanya	We arrived at a House Hlaalu trading port with a name I can't pronounce. The night terrors were particularly bad last night. The captain of the Graceful Netch recommended I approach House Telvanni. He says if anyone can help me learn about my dreams, it will be them.
89	Madam Firilanya	House Telvanni refused to join the Ebonheart Pact with their fellow Dark Elves if it meant giving up their practice of slavery. Yet these isolationist slavers are my only hope at stopping the dreams that haunt me. Should they decide I look better with a yoke around my neck, I've made arrangements with House Hlaalu to continue your shipments.
90	Madam Firilanya	Good news! House Telvanni didn't enslave me. They asked me half a day's worth of questions, then sold me some potions they assured would suppress my dreams. All in all, a pleasant experience! Or it would have been, had they not been a pack of muck-eating, slaving bastards. If I'm lucky, I'll never deal with them again.
91	Madam Firilanya	I rode a silt strider today. It was very peaceful. I'm not sure I care for how the drivers move them about by poking directly at their exposed innards, but the creatures don't seem to be in any pain.
92	Madam Firilanya	It is all so strange here. Towers made of mushrooms. Gods you can meet. This strange obsession with ash which works its way into most of the food, I regret to report. Still, there is enough alike to the rest of Tamriel that I can still do business. And I've already cornered the market on kwama eggs!
93	Madam Firilanya	I don't like the sight of Red Mountain. It reminds me of my dreams.
94	Madam Firilanya	I write this letter with a heavy heart. The dreams are growing worse. The potions I purchased from House Telvanni aren't working, and I fear I cannot continue in your employ as long as these strange dreams persist. I must consider my options. I will inform you before making any drastic alterations to our business arrangement.
95	Madam Firilanya	I came to a decision. A friend once spoke of a wizard in Wrothgar who knows much of dreams. I will head there and see if this wizard can cure me. I hope the bracing air will reinvigorate me, for I do hope to continue as your outfitter for quite some time. I board a ship for colder waters this evening.
96	Madam Firilanya	The snows of Wrothgar are indescribable. The mountains here are like enormous clenched fists dusted with great piles of flour. Skyrim Nords boast of their ranges, but nothing compares to these. Just a few more days to Orsinium! From there I will find the wizard who can cure my dreams.
97	Madam Firilanya	Another bad dream last night. A million voices, screaming the same word over and over. I couldn't make it out. I suppose that's for the best.
98	Madam Firilanya	I no longer travel to Orsinium. My mouth fills with the taste of copper whenever I take a step in that direction. I've petitioned a local shaman for aid in dispelling the dreams. I don't care what he thinks of a foreign High Elf standing outside his stronghold's walls. I just care that he trades knowledge for gold.
99	Madam Firilanya	The shaman spoke of a hermit who cures ill dreams. This may be the wizard I seek. Before I head to the mountains, I must thank you for your indulgence. Speaking of this burden has helped lightened its load, and though we've never truly met, I feel a certain kinship. If I may impose upon you to wish me luck, I would be forever grateful.
100	Madam Firilanya	Honored client! Due to unavoidable circumstances, Miss Firi is currently unable to personalize your delivery. Your regular shipments shall continue, of course! She anticipates the day when she can once more provide the personal touch she includes with her uninterrupted and reliable service.
101	Veesk-Olan	I erect the spines of greeting and gratitude for allowing me to provide for some of your outfitting needs. I am Veesk-Olan. You do remember our agreement? You may expect regular deliveries of the best materials and crafting components I can acquire. On that, you have my word.
102	Veesk-Olan	The wilds of Deshaan are particularly beautiful this time of the season. I spent much of the day sunning myself beside Lake Hlaalu, watching the torchbugs lazily fly by and otherwise letting the mud of contention slide from my scales. Then I remembered to send this package. Use its contents well!
103	Veesk-Olan	Veesk again. I hope your river still runs clear. As I was preparing this shipment, I suddenly noticed how so many of the materials I send remind me of my own scintillating scales. Kind of makes my stomach twist like a swamp eel in a net. Do not fear, however. I won't shirk my duties just because of a little discomfort.
104	Veesk-Olan	Oh, honored employer, a storm brews within me. My egg-brothers once again speak badly of my chosen profession. Well, not my profession, exactly. They say that an Argonian who gets squeamish at the sight of fur and hide has no business trying to earn a living as a clothier. I'm so confused! I feel like a fire apple growing on a stormberry bush.
105	Veesk-Olan	Honored employer, thanks again for believing in me and continuing to pay for my timely services. Sorry this shipment is late. I won't let it happen again. But I do have a legitimate excuse. I was as sick as a dehydrated mudcrab after removing the hides of deceased guar in the Narsis lowlands. I'm better now.
106	Veesk-Olan	Have you even noticed the eyes of a mudcrab. They stare directly into you. And the intelligence within their unblinking orbs! By the Hist, I may never eat another mudcrab cake again! In fact, I have decided to take this poor, defenseless mudcrab with me. As a companion of sorts. I shall call him--Snips! We will be the best of friends.
107	Veesk-Olan	Sometimes I hate my egg-brothers. They laughed long and hard after little Snips took off the tip of my finger with his razor-sharp pincers. I told them he was just playing, and for some reason that made them laugh even harder. I hope their scales dry and turn brittle. Here's your shipment.
108	Veesk-Olan	Dear patron, please accept this latest shipment. I had a bad incident when I decided to collect snake skin for leather. First, those dry-skinned Ashlanders in the valley southeast of Mournhold? They take umbrage to people who hunt their precious snakes. Second, the snakes reminded me of my egg-brothers. I cried with each skin I harvested.
109	Veesk-Olan	Remember my last letter? How bad I felt as I skinned those valley snakes? Well, I'm over it now. As soon as I returned home, my egg-brothers started making fun of me again. That was all it took for me to come up with a new way to control my aversions. I just remember how cruel they can be and picture them as I peel off the skin. Stay moist!
110	Veesk-Olan	Snips, my mudcrab companion, did the cutest thing. He decided he needed to sharpen his claws, so he started cutting my thick, leather travel bags. He turned my bags into a pile of ribbons so fast! And he kept watching me the whole time, seeking my approval. What a good boy! But I was able to salvage today's shipment. I hope it finds you well.
111	Veesk-Olan	Veesk wishes the eggs around me had been empty when I was born! While I was recovering from a bad reaction to collecting hides from dead guars, my egg-brothers hid Snips and pretended that the mudcrab cakes for dinner were made with genuine Snips meat! Even the spines of anger and despair refused to erect when they placed the plate before me.
112	Veesk-Olan	How cruel my egg-brothers can be! First, they placed a plate of mudcrab cakes in front of me and told me they were made with jumbo Snips meat. Then, when they saw how devastated I was, they broke down into fits of unrestrained laughter. I paused just long enough to send this shipment, but now I need to confront them and find poor Snips.
113	Veesk-Olan	Veesk here. Veesk-Olan. Your hireling. Turns out I didn't need to rescue Snips after all. That brave little mudcrab sliced his way out of the crate they trapped him in. I arrived just in time to see Snips chase my egg-brothers out of the house, snipping at their feet and tails with his remarkably sharp claws. I was so proud!
114	Veesk-Olan	Dear patron, have no fear. I have no intention of shirking my commitment to you. But I have decided to start a new project to help me deal with my aversion to any and all crafting components that remind me of my own body parts. I have decided to become a storyteller! And to demonstrate my ability to build suspense, I'll tell you more. Next time.
115	Veesk-Olan	As I wrote last time, I plan to become a storyteller. I've always been fascinated by the tales of the Lusty Argonian and the epic poems of Fjokki the Bard. I have an idea for my own character--the adventures of the Green Hood! Doesn't it sound exciting? An Argonian clothier by day, an avenging hero by night! It practically writes itself!
116	Veesk-Olan	"The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers." That's the title for my first epic featuring the Argonian hero, the Green Hood. In this story, I introduce the mild-mannered Argonian clothier named Kseev-Nalo, who has a bit of an aversion to dealing with reptilian hides. Reminds him of his own skin. And no, this character is not based on anyone we know.
117	Veesk-Olan	Veesk-Olan again, expert hireling and soon-to-be-famous writer. I was telling you about my first story, "The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers." We discover early in the tale that the mild-mannered Argonian with the pet mudcrab has a secret life. At night, he dons a green hood and becomes a hero! My spines tingle in anticipation of my coming fame!
118	Veesk-Olan	Here's another shipment. Now where was I? Oh yes, the origin of my new heroic character, the Green Hood. As a young hatchling in Black Marsh, he was taken in and trained as a Shadowscale. But when he was sent to remove an Argonian elder whose only crime was speaking out against injustice, Kseev-Nalo left the job undone and departed for Mournhold.
119	Veesk-Olan	You must be wondering: How did a former Shadowscale become a masked hero who defends Argonians who can't defend themselves? Simple, really. He has the skills and abilities, and he cares about his egg-brothers and sisters. His story is so compelling, even Nords and Dark Elves will look forward to every exciting installment!
120	Veesk-Olan	And did I mention that the Green Hood has a pet mudcrab who helps him fight injustice and tyranny and the forces of Molag Bal? His name is Spins, because he's a whirlwind of heroic destruction! Oh, that's good. I need to jot that in my story journal.
121	Veesk-Olan	Writing is hard work. Oh, not these letters included with my shipments. I'm talking about pouring the river of my mind onto the pages of my epic tale, "The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers." After just a few days, I feel like the river has run dry. I need a break. I'll get back to it after the rains of imagination once again overflow my banks.
122	Veesk-Olan	Patron, I hope this package finds you well. Here, the deep mud of depression threatens to drown poor Snips. I'm not sure what's wrong, but he hasn't tried to clip a tail or a finger with his claws in days. Worse, he even stopped chasing my nasty egg-brothers around. I hope my mudcrab isn't ill.
123	Veesk-Olan	There's been no change in poor Snips. He won't eat. He won't playfully snap at loose extremities. He won't snuggle under my knees when we go to sleep. I'm so worried! After consulting with a number of knowledgeable friends and associates, I've decided to seek the alchemist Aleeto in Eastmarch. I will continue to send you components, of course.
124	Veesk-Olan	I feared that poor Snips had contracted Llodos plague, but despite my egg-brothers' protests to the contrary, my mudcrab never turned into a ravenous monster. He remains his usual ball of cuddles and coos, even if he seems to be as sad as a willow tree in a desert. So, we're on our way to Eastmarch to find the alchemist Aleeto.
125	Veesk-Olan	Patron, excuse the delay. I disembarked in Windhelm and got caught up in the festive celebration. I thought it was just a normal Nord party, but it turns out that they were honoring the tenth year of King Jorunn's reign. Every time I turned around, someone handed me another mug of mead! It took me three days to extract myself from the joyous city.
126	Veesk-Olan	My head is still swirling, like angry storm clouds on a windy day. Who knew Nord mead had such a potent kick? I certainly didn't. I think I prefer the bitter taste of bile-beer to this cloyingly sweet beverage. As soon as my head clears and my teeth stop aching, we're off to find someone to help poor Snips.
127	Veesk-Olan	Another day, another shipment. And another bout of nausea, I'm afraid. I can't help picturing my own glistening scales every time I remove the hide of a lizard or a snake. But at least I'm not as ill as poor Snips. My mudcrab companion is one unhappy crustacean. But we have an appointment with the alchemist. Soon everything will be better.
128	Veesk-Olan	I hope that the alchemist Aleeto proves to be as good as the tales I've heard about her. She does have an impressive shop in Fort Amol, with walls and a ceiling and everything. It's not just an outdoor stall as so many of the lesser alchemists I've met utilize. I hope she can help Snips. He seems to have gotten even worse since last I wrote you.
129	Veesk-Olan	Hello. It's Veesk again. I erect the spine of disappointment in your general direction. The alchemist Aleeto refused to see us. She claimed to have no time to deal with a mudcrab and the crustacean following him around. Now what should I do? I'm not sure Snips can last much longer in this sorry state.
130	Veesk-Olan	Patron, I realize I have been remiss in describing what's wrong with Snips. And I want to be a writer! Let me rectify. He has been quiet and nonresponsive, and not at all his usual playful self. More recently, he has begun to swell up like an over-full water skin. I fear he's going to explode! If only the alchemist had agreed to help us.
131	Veesk-Olan	What a silly scuttle-claw I am! Turns out, there was nothing wrong with Snips. He was just molting! Now he has a nice, new shell and he's so much bigger than he was before. And I've got his old, discarded shell to save as a keepsake. Sorry to have worried you. Enjoy the shipment.
132	Veesk-Olan	I was using the clothier workbench in Fort Amol when the alchemist Aleeto happened by. She noticed how much distress I was in, as I was working with fresh snake skin and guar hides. I can't help it, but all I can think of is myself—flayed alive and scaleless for all the world to see—whenever I work with these components. Aleeto frowned and said ….
133	Veesk-Olan	"I think I can help you, after all," Aleeto said. "Come by my shop after dusk and I might just have something to take care of your queasy constitution." I must admit, what with all the smoke and explosions usually emanating from her shop, I have some trepidations. But here are more components for your use. Hopefully, more will follow tomorrow.
134	Veesk-Olan	I entered Aleeto's shop cautiously. Snips, however, scuttled in and started exploring with his usual playfulness. "Did your creature wipe his claws?" Aleeto asked. "I don't want mud all over my nice, clean floors." Snips clacked his pincers and cheerfully ignored her. I, however, was feeling neither cheer nor curiosity. I was dry with fright.
135	Veesk-Olan	Veesk again. Turns out, I was worried about nothing. Alchemist Aleeto might be a bit rough and a little crazy, but she knows how to mix elixirs and concoctions. Now, her soothing stomach potion smelled like Nord socks and tasted like guar dung before she added a few drops of jute root, but it settled my insides. And she's teaching me to make it!
136	Veesk-Olan	Our visit to Fort Amol was a success. Snips is back to his old self—now significantly larger. I learned how to make a potion to ease my work-related nausea. And I found out that Aleeto is also a storyteller! Her tales are wildly improbable, but she's given me excellent advice on how to proceed with "The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers."
137	Veesk-Olan	The petals of good fortune have opened in my direction! Aleeto introduced me to her publisher, a Dark Elf from Mournhold who provides exciting tales of adventure and is always looking for the next Narsis Dren. He loves the idea of a masked Argonian and offered to publish my first story! Oh, I wallow in the mud of elation!
138	Veesk-Olan	Patron, Veesk-Olan here. I want to assure you that my newfound calling as a storyteller will in no way diminish my obligation to you. Your shipments will continue to arrive on a regular basis. And I will let you read the tales of the Green Hood before the general public--for only a slight increase in our current agreement.
139	Veesk-Olan	"Emerging from the mist like an avenging Aedra, the Green Hood struck with the precision of a lightning strike and the force of a thunder clap. The Dres slavers fell, like young trees in a strong wind." Oh, patron, the water of imagination overflows my banks! You can soon read the finished manuscript. Meanwhile, use these components well.
140	Uraviin Dres	Potential patron, forgive the intrusion. I am Uraviin Dres, of House Dres. I know you have an agreement with Veesk-Olan, but I have the connections and experience to provide a higher level of service than that smelly lizard could ever hope to match. I appreciate your consideration and look forward to your affirmation of a new working arrangement.
141	Uraviin Dres	Potential patron, perhaps my previous letter failed to reach you. I am Uraviin Dres, of House Dres. You really must sign on with my service, for House Dres offers an ongoing stream of components for all of your crafting needs. Besides, how can you stand touching material that were handled by that ... that ... lizard? I await your reply.
142	Veesk-Olan	Honored employer, please disregard any letters you may have received from that Dark Elf dryskin, Uraviin Dres. I discovered that she had taken my journal and was trying to steal my patrons with her false promises and fancy words. Do not believe her! She is evil! And she is part of House Dres. Even Snips is afraid of her!
143	Veesk-Olan	Honored patron, this is Veesk again. Please don't end our employment agreement. I really need the work. Your shipment is included.
144	Uraviin Dres	No-longer-potential patron, you are dead to me. I don't understand how you could prefer that disgusting lizard over a scion of House Dres, but you will feel the sting of this rejection. House Dres neither forgives nor forgets. Remember that. I remain Uraviin Dres, of House Dres, and you will regret this unwise decision.
145	Veesk-Olan	Veesk here. I recovered my journal and sent that vile Uraviin Dres on her way. She certainly made my scales tingle with the fear of a hundred nights! At least I have inspiration for the villain of my epic tale, "The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers." Although writing about her is sure to give me nightmares. Your shipment is included.
146	Veesk-Olan	Oh, patron, I have terrible news! While we were visiting Jorunn's Stand, Snips wandered off to explore, as he often does. This time, however, he wandered too close to the cooking fire of Makes-Many-Soups. She has imprisoned poor Snips in a basket and refuses to return him to me. She does assure me, however, that he will taste delicious.
147	Veesk-Olan	They call the chef at Jorunn's Stand Makes-Many-Soups. Luckily, she has just one pot to cook in. She can't make a new soup until the pot is emptied. As I consider how to keep Snips from becoming tomorrow's dinner, I'm spreading tales of how diners have gotten ill eating Makes' current soup. That should keep the pot full until an idea strikes me.
148	Veesk-Olan	Never disparage a cook or her food--especially when that cook is an angry Argonian with a heavy ladle! She gave me a bump on my head that looks like the peak of Dragonstar Mountain! Makes-Many-Soups still refuses to return Snips to me, however, and the mud of my options has dried into the dust of indecision. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
149	Veesk-Olan	After another long discussion with Makes-Many-Soups, I got her to reveal that she has a secret passion for steamy tales of romance and adventure. She has a particular fondness for the stories of the Lusty Argonian, it turns out. Perhaps I can use her obsession to save poor Snips. Your shipment is included.
150	Veesk-Olan	What a frustrating woman that Makes-Many-Soups is! You don't know what I had to promise her to secure Snips' freedom. Still, anything to keep my mudcrab companion out of the soup pot, right? I will include her as the sexy heroine in "The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers," Makes-Much-Love. (She suggested the name.) And I have to take her to dinner.
151	Veesk-Olan	Snips is free! And Makes-Many-Soups received a few days leave from her post at the cook pot, so I agreed to accompany her back to Windhelm for the meal I promised to buy her. The trip was uneventful, but we did get a chance to talk along the way. I never knew how fascinating the life of a chef could be. Your components are enclosed.
152	Veesk-Olan	Dear patron, my meal with Makes-Many-Soups was surprisingly pleasant. We decided to partake of the fare at the Sober Nord, and the food was delicious. Makes was impressed--and when it comes to food, she's very hard to please. The innkeep even served six-ooze parfait, an Argonian delicacy, to end the meal. It was amazing!
153	Veesk-Olan	Not much to report today. Makes and I took a room at the inn and we're just … working out some scenes for my epic tale of romantic adventure, "The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers." Your components are included.
154	Veesk-Olan	I erect the spines of happiness and contentment in your general direction, good patron! What a night we shared! And a day. And another night. But now, alas, we must go our separate ways. Makes must return to her post at the cook pot, and I have materials to collect. I am joyful and sorrowful at the same time.
155	Veesk-Olan	Before we parted ways, I shared an idea with Makes-Many-Soups to make her cooking fire better. I suggested she add a second or even a third pot. That way, she can prepare more than one soup at a time and give her patrons a choice. "More than one soup at a time?" Makes said, stroking my head fin. "I must consider this radical approach carefully."
156	Veesk-Olan	By the Hist, I'm so depressed! Who would have thought I'd miss Makes-Many-Soups so much after we parted ways in Windhelm. This must be what that condition Fjokki the Bard always writes about--a broken heart. Anyway, here's your shipment.
157	Veesk-Olan	Dear patron. Forgive my previous message. There's no reason to burden you with my heartache and sorrow. It's unprofessional. But in case you were worried about me, please don't. Snips has been remarkably good company and I hardly miss Makes-Many-Soups at all now.
158	Veesk-Olan	"She stared into the Dark Hood's stormy eyes, an impudent smile playing across her scaly lips. 'Yes, hero, I am that good,' Makes-Much-Love declared. 'Now get out there and stop those Dark Elf slavers!" As always, good patron, any suggestions you have to improve my rousing epic would be much appreciated. And your materials are included.
159	Uraviin Dres	Dishonored enemy, I hope you aren't well. That fool Veesk was so absorbed in his writing that he never noticed as I slipped his work journal from his pack. His vicious mudcrab did attempt to slice a few of my fingers off, but Uraviin Dres is nothing if she isn't faster than a bloated crustacean. So I write to let you know--vengeance is mine!
160	Uraviin Dres	Dishonored enemy. Those bandits who recently attacked you? They belonged to me. That's right, you were ambushed! And that's only the beginning! House Dres believes that revenge is a dish best served with a pinch of pepper and a flask of flin. Lots and lots of flin. Bwahaha! Your components are enclosed, though. Use them poorly!
161	Veesk-Olan	Dear patron, forgive the intrusion. It seems that the scaleless Dark Elf known as Uraviin Dres has once again gotten into my journal and sent disturbing letters to my clients. I erect the spine of apology and beg for your understanding. I promise that such an outrage shall not happen again. Stay moist, my patron!
162	Veesk-Olan	My egg-brothers have come to visit. I'm hoping that they behave themselves, but I expect them to be as annoying and bothersome as ever. They continue to tease me about my chosen profession (clothier materials provider) and about my faithful companion (Snips the marvelous mudcrab). Worse, they found the manuscript for "The Green Hood." I'm doomed.
163	Veesk-Olan	To my surprise, my egg-brothers aren't teasing me about my work-in-progress, "The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers." Instead, they demand that I complete the story so they can find out what happens. They've never been this interested in my work before. I erect the spine of confusion.
164	Veesk-Olan	Could it be true? Did I actually create something that my wretched egg-brothers care about? I'm not sure how to feel about that. Is the Green Hood merely a hero for the common folk or is he an icon of modern Argonian literature? Could he be both? My mind swirls with the fallen leaves of indecision! But never fear. Your components are included.
165	Veesk-Olan	My egg-brothers devour every page I write, eager to see what the Green Hood and his paramour, Makes-Much-Love, do next. At this point in the tale, Makes has been taken captive by the slavers, while the evil Duvariin Dres has sent her necromantic creations to destroy the Hood—and all of Mournhold in the process! And that's as far as I've gotten ….
166	Veesk-Olan	Oh, bother. The turbulent waters of utter confusion fill my head these days. My egg-brothers want the rest of my epic tale of the Green Hood, but I haven't written it yet. My demanding clients (but not you, of course) want more crafting components. And there aren't enough moments in the day to accomplish both tasks. What is a poor Argonian to do?
167	Veesk-Olan	My river runs exceeding slow this day, patron. I wrote well into the darkest hours, burning my candle from both ends, in order to place a few more pages of story before my eager egg-brothers. Then I was up at the crack of daybreak to gather this batch of components for you. Use them well, you slave driver.
168	Veesk-Olan	Readers are never satisfied! They demand more and more and then even more! I feel trapped, like a rabbit in a snare, a victim of my own creativity. Oh, the irony of it all! I hoped for fame, found it, and now pray to the Hist that it fades away as quickly as it arrived. Oh, cruel fate! Your components are included.
169	Veesk-Olan	I have an idea, patron. As I furiously near the end of my epic tale, "The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers," I have decided that the Green Hood will sacrifice his own life to save his paramour, Makes-Much-Love. It will be a heroic end, full of drama and emotion. And it will allow me to cleanly step away from this monster I have created.
170	Veesk-Olan	"'Don't weep for me, Makes,' the Green Hood said as the bridge began to collapse. 'I did this to save Mournhold. And to save you, my love.' Then the bridge fell away, carrying the Green Hood into the churning waters and away from Makes' out-stretched hand. He was gone, but the Dres slavers were defeated. Mournhold would survive. The end."
171	Veesk-Olan	Now that my epic tale of the Green Hood has been completed and the book will soon be published, I feel an odd sense of emptiness. Whatever shall I do with my free time now that my writing is finished? At least my egg-brothers enjoyed the story. They did give me a sound beating for killing their hero, so I know they really liked it.
172	Veesk-Olan	I have decided to rededicate myself to my chosen profession and double my efforts to gather crafting components for all of my patrons. And since you are my favorite, dear patron, you will benefit most from my newfound commitment. As the sun rises every morning, so shall my shipments to you arrive in a safe and timely fashion.
173	Veesk-Olan	Snips did the cutest thing today. His claws are so much sharper than even my finest pair of shears. He watched as I cut strips of cloth from a bolt, then mimicked my actions. Between the two of us, the bolt had been cut into sections in record time. Of course, teaching him to measure before he cuts continues to be a challenge.
174	Uraviin Dres	Pardon the interruption. This is Uraviin Dres, of House Dres. I have again borrowed the lizard's journal so that I can reach out to his patrons. I have just one question. How can you continue to employ a hireling who has slandered the good name of House Dres with his book full of hateful lies and half-truths? I am beside myself with indignation!
175	Uraviin Dres	Consider yourself blessed to receive yet another letter from the quill of Uraviin Dres. Have you read that lizard's propaganda called the Green Hood? Utter kwama spittle! No lizard could be so heroic! And how he portrayed House Dres? It's a travesty! A crime against the Three! And his so-called villain? How dare he model her after me!
176	Uraviin Dres	There is only one course opened before me, Uraviin Dres, of House Dres. I must write a rebuttal against the cowardly lizard. Disparage his book far and wide so that no one deigns to read it. Make Veesk a laughing stock throughout the lands of Morrowind and beyond! Oh yes, your components are enclosed.
177	Veesk-Olan	A hundred pardons, honored patron. That tree mold by the name of Uraviin once again absconded with my client journal. I hope whatever messages she sent weren't too disturbing. I wish she would find her own clients and leave me and mine in peace. As a thank you for your continued support, use these components well.
178	Veesk-Olan	Once again I am visiting the great city of Windhelm in my quest to source the finest crafting components for your use. To save some gold, this time I'm staying at the less-expensive accommodations, the Cold-Moon Inn. It seems that my tale of the Green Hood has reached this Nord settlement and I find myself with more attention than I am used to.
179	Veesk-Olan	One of the Cold-Moon daughters, Innbild Cold-Moon, is very friendly. She serves me before any other customers. She finds time to sit with me and ask all kinds of questions. She's about halfway through "The Green Hood and the Dres Slavers." She genuinely seems to be enjoying it. But I wonder why she insists on sitting so close whenever we visit?
180	Veesk-Olan	I think that Innbild has a fascination with Argonians. I heard she was very close to a stable hand named Dazzling-Tail before I arrived, and now she's spending time with me. I thought I understood the mating rituals of the dryskins, but the things Innbild has suggested have confused me. I wonder if her sister Innsold can explain them to me?
181	Veesk-Olan	Dryskins are so confusing. Or maybe it's just Nords. All I did was ask Innsold a question about Nord mating rituals. So that I could better respond to her sister Innbild's advances, you understand. All I learned was that such questions make Nord women extremely angry. And now my jaw hurts from where she slugged me. Your components are included.
182	Veesk-Olan	Dear patron. While Innsold may be angry with me, she has shown a remarkable fondness for my mudcrab companion, Snips. I believe that Snips shares her affection, because he hasn't tried to lovingly slice off even one of her long, pale, Nord fingers.
183	Veesk-Olan	The stink of a fetid peat bog has floated into Windhelm and her name is Uraviin Dres! If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was following me. Perhaps, like me, it is simply business that brings her to this bustling city. However, I fear she has more dastardly plans than merely filling her house coffers. A new shipment is enclosed.
184	Veesk-Olan	That hagraven Uraviin Dres must have tampered with my store of soothing stomach potions. Instead of settling my queasiness while I work, the potion I imbibed made me more ill. I'm as sick as a guar that got into the bile-beer. I will endeavor to persevere, but I really don't feel very good. Still, your shipment is included.
185	Veesk-Olan	My stomach churns like a summer storm. It rumbles like an erupting volcano, making me weak as a newborn pup. Innbild came by. Instead of helping, she yelled at me. "How could you kill the Green Hood!" she screamed, "I love him so much!" Then she stamped off. I hope she returns soon with some soothing mint tea.
186	Veesk-Olan	No soothing mint tea for Veesk today. And Innbild never returned. But I was visited by Uraviin Dres. At least I think it was her. Unless it was a fever dream. She came by to gloat, tell me that she had poisoned me. If I wanted to cure, I had to agree to renounce my book. Or pounce on the crook? My mind swims like a drunken eel.
187	Veesk-Olan	The next thing I remembered was Snip. He crawled onto my chest and had a long talk with me. For a mudcrab, he's really quite articulate. Sounds just like a Breton noble. Not sure why I never noticed that before. He also has a lovely singing voice. Sang me an old Black Marsh lullaby and put me right to sleep.
188	Veesk-Olan	Bad baby skeevers crawling up my arms! Cheese! The cheese smells like purple and tastes like sun! But never fear. Your shipment said it missed you and wanted to be delivered. The components are attached. Torchbugs!
189	Veesk-Olan	There's nothing left inside me and wisps of colored light dance before my eyes. I think I know how the Green Hood felt as the bridge slowly disintegrated beneath his feet ….
190	Veesk-Olan	Honored patron, I feel much better! Please excuse any reports that sounded strange, as whatever vile concoction Uraviin slipped into my soothing stomach potion set off a series of rather vivid hallucinations. I'm not sure how close I came to rejoining the Hist, but I'm almost certain things would have been worse if not for Innsold's intervention.
191	Veesk-Olan	I'm not sure what Innsold gave me to drink, but I feel almost like my old self again. She stayed with me throughout the dark time, as my mind swam in and out of focus and my sweat turned from hot to cold and back again. When I finally opened my eyes and actually saw her, she smiled and told me never to scare her like that again.
192	Veesk-Olan	Today I witnessed the power of a Nord maiden defending a friend. Innsold Cold-Moon first threatened to rip every hair from her sister's head if she didn't stop complaining about how I ended my story. Then she picked up Uraviin Dres and hurled her bodily into an empty stable stall. Well, it was mostly empty. Your components are included.
193	Veesk-Olan	When I asked Innsold why she was helping me since it was only a few days ago that she had slugged me in the jaw, she told me to shut up. Then she kissed me and asked if I wanted to learn how to perform a Nord mating ritual. Or seven. I must admit, for a large, scaleless Nord woman without a tail or a visible egg sac, she had me intrigued
194	Veesk-Olan	Dear patron, you don't know how hard it was for me to say goodbye and leave Windhelm. I'm going to miss Innsold Cold-Moon. She advanced my understanding of Nord practices by leaps and bounds--literally! I'm even going to miss her sister, who broke down and hugged me when I told her I had a way to bring the Green Hood back to life.
195	Veesk-Olan	Ah, patron, I enjoyed our time together as the swamp beetle enjoys the sun on its shell. But soon Snips and I must move on to other things. You see, the visions I suffered from Uraviin's poison weren't all bad. From them, I came up with a way to return the Green Hood from the land of the dead. And the adventure, as they say, is going to be epic!
196	Veesk-Olan	To make my transition from novice storyteller to full-time writer, I need to find someone worthy to take over my component-sourcing business. I have a particular person in mind, someone who you may not completely trust. But rest assured, not every fetid fruit is rotten on both sides. Your components are included.
197	Veesk-Olan	I caught up to Uraviin on the road to Fort Amol. Ostensibly, I was on my way to visit my friend, Makes-Many-Soups, but I was actually seeking the scion of House Dres. We cautiously greeted each other, wary of treachery on both our parts. But to forestall any trouble, I erected the spine of apology and offered to make amends for my story.
198	Veesk-Olan	We talked for hours around her campfire. I explained my ideas for the further adventures of the Green Hood and how he would find an ally in a daughter of House Dres, demonstrating that not every Dark Elf is a villain. So that I had the time to write all these adventures, I told her I needed someone to service the clients in my component business.
199	Veesk-Olan	Exciting news. I am now a full-time teller of epic stories! I'll remain active in the component-sourcing business, but my new partner will handle the day-to-day gathering and distribution to clients. Allow me to introduce Uraviin Dres, clothier crafting hireling supreme! Please afford her the same respect you always gave to me. And wish me luck!
200	Uraviin Dres	Patron. Now that you have entered into a partnership with Uraviin Dres, there will be a few changes. First, I will be unable to send you personalized notes for the foreseeable future. That's just not my cup of flin. Second, your regular shipments will continue. Third, I will avenge myself against Veesk. After all, I am a scion of House Dres.
201	Granny Gravius	You've made a wise decision, dear. Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods is going to take good care of you in these troubled times. When your other suppliers are coming up short, you can count on old granny to have everything you need.
202	Granny Gravius	Granny here with a little bundle for her favorite customer. There's a cookie tucked in the parcel in case you get peckish on the road, unless those rapscallion couriers have been helping themselves again. They'll get a stern talking to, be certain.
203	Granny Gravius	My, my, brigandry certainly is on the rise on the outskirts of Cyrodiil. Granny came across the most beautiful carriage just upturned in a ditch. Had the most beautiful curtains and upholstery. Must have broken some poor dear's heart to have to leave it behind.
204	Granny Gravius	Now don't let my last message alarm you. Every order from Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods comes with Granny's Guarantee. You'll get you deliveries even if Granny has to hike it out to you herself!
205	Granny Gravius	Good news! Granny hears the legion is on the march to give those bandits a good ole sweeping out. You can bet Granny will be right on their heels making sure her customers are getting the best in reclaimed goods every day.
206	Granny Gravius	The early worm gets the juicy bits, as they say. All the hard work those strapping young legionnaires put in has Granny's business booming again. She'll have to knit them a little thank you during the next slow spell.
207	Granny Gravius	Granny would like to let you know that she's got a fine surplus of leather sundries she doesn't have room for, so she's taking special orders. Color and suppleness limited by availability.
208	Granny Gravius	Granny's eyesight isn't so good anymore, so if any of your recent deliveries have suffered from persistent stains she wants to remind you that she's happy to make an exchange or treat the items with her patented spot removal mixtures.
209	Granny Gravius	Granny is happy to announce the opening of Granny Gravius's Plum Busted Scrap and Salvage. Not everything can meet the exacting standards Granny has for her Gently Used selection, but that don't mean it's no good! All sales final.
210	Granny Gravius	Granny regrets to inform you that her stock of Gently Used tundra cotton linens are temporarily out of stock, but don't you worry, dear. Granny has received a sizeable selection to her Plum Busted line courtesy of Mr. Piddles.
211	Granny Gravius	Storm season's a coming to the Gold Coast, so Granny's going to be heading out to check up on her shipping and keep an eye out for new stock. She'll be sending her deliveries same as always though.
212	Granny Gravius	Greetings from Granny! The road's feeling a bit long to her old bones, but there's adventure and excitement to keep her going. She can't go one day without someone gabbing about some murder or another out here, just like those serials she used to read in her youth!
213	Granny Gravius	Contrary to what you might think after Granny's last letter, she got nothing interesting to report. Nobody seems to be able to point Granny to any of these murders and she's beginning to think they're just scuttlebutt! Can't stand busybodies who spread nasty rumors.
214	Granny Gravius	Hello from Anvil, dear. There's an ache in my knees and the sky's the color of steel, so Granny's arrived just in the nick of time. Sent this off on the last ship braving the sea. Now off to visit the lighthouse keeper. Old friend of Granny's, you know?
215	Granny Gravius	Hope you haven't had any delays, dear. Doozy of a storm rolled in since Granny last wrote. Half a dozen ships wrecked trying to make their way to port. Some locals plan to search the coast for survivors, but ole Granny didn't see any.
216	Granny Gravius	With clearer skies and Granny's stock in order, she'll be heading off from Anvil soon enough. Granny's got to buy a second cart.
217	Granny Gravius	Off with another package for you and on my own way. Granny's made a new friend for the trip home. A sweet little one-eyed tom she found eating crow along the beach. They're always such a bother, maybe One-Eyed Tom will chase them off for her. He has the nicest purr.
218	Granny Gravius	You like cats, dear? Ole Granny loves the little darlings, and they're so smart and self-sufficient she can take care of them without much fuss. Sometimes they bring her presents when they're keeping any rodents from nibbling her stock.
219	Granny Gravius	Granny thinks One-Eyed Tom's going to fit right in with her little darlings, but she's going to have to keep Mr. Piddles outside until she's sure they'll get along or it'll be weeks of shuffling stock into the Plum Busted pile.
220	Granny Gravius	Just a reminder, Granny Gravious occasionally accepts payment in the form of cat treats. You can address any provisions to Granny or the kitty of your choice. No milk or cheese for Poopsie.
221	Granny Gravius	With all the new customers Granny's been getting she forgets who knows her little darlings. Mr. Piddles has been meddling in the business lately, but there's Poopsie too, and of course One-Eyed Tom's the newest addition. Oh, let Granny think and get back to you.
222	Granny Gravius	There's Snaggletooth; Floofty and Scruffy the twins; Mangy Tim, Nubby, Scratchy Pete, Peepers, Danny Drools, Nord the Naked; Hawker, Hocker, and Horker; Mrs. Peaches, Prissy Penny, Hairball, Poopsie ... No, Granny already mentioned Poopsie. Drat! Granny better wait until she gets home.
223	Granny Gravius	Saw the banners of the Dominion on the march today. Headed to Imperial City, of course, that's where they're always headed. Granny's going to trail behind while the road's clear.
224	Granny Gravius	It amazes Granny how dressed up the three armies get to come die in the mud. Silken banners, ornamented saddles and even the gleam of gold. You'd think it's a parade!
225	Granny Gravius	Big band of those Daggerfall Covenant folk crested a hill within yelling distance of that Dominion group I was telling you about. Could have cut the tension with a knife and buttered your bread with it in the time they spent eyeing each other, but they got to it soon enough. Be following the Covenant for a while now.
226	Granny Gravius	Found a Dominion boy breathing his last in the aftermath. Poor dear was a blubbering mess. Granny gave up her favorite pillow to ease his passing, but he's quiet now, like a good boy, while Granny works.
227	Granny Gravius	Granny thinks she paid too much for this extra cart in Anvil, you'd think it about to fall apart the way it's creaking. Granny can see some of those Covenant hooligans throwing her dirty looks, but none of them has the gumption to complain.
228	Granny Gravius	Why I never, those ill-mannered Covenant have started making mocking calls at poor Granny on the road. "Caw, Caw!" "Caw, Caw!" The nerve! If they aren't careful One-Eyed Tom is gonna pounce them good.
229	Granny Gravius	And off they go, darn fools, to Imperial City. Granny'd like to see someone teach them some manners, but she's not going to see them again, she reckons. Just a few years ago Granny could make the trip, but she's not as spry these days.
230	Granny Gravius	Suffered a recent loss or tragedy? Want to do right by your loved ones, but not sure if you can? Don't let exorbitant interments add to your burdens. Let Granny Gravius's Discount Pyre-Wood make all your worries disappear. Now available by mail or at select temples of Arkay.
231	Granny Gravius	Oopsie-daisie, Granny didn't mean to send you that flier, she's still working things out with those stubborn clergy about distribution. If you find you should need her Discount Pyre-Wood, Granny can send a special order, but just for you, dear.
232	Granny Gravius	Oh, Granny shouldn't forget to mention that her wood's good for any sort of burning you might need to do. All genuine reclaimed timber, free of rot, damp and pests. Any cosmetic blemishes or discolorations you discover won't affect their kindling.
233	Granny Gravius	Granny nearly forgot, she's been so busy since she got back. Some of her other kitties are Tiny Jane, Scrumples, Scaredy, Percy, Polly, Rusty, Moldy, Splinters, Black-Foot, Sir Rumple-Bottom, Mouse, Mouser. Hmm, Granny's running out of ink. She'll have to tell you about the rest later.
234	Granny Gravius	Well, it looks like business is taking ole Granny out to Vvardenfell. Not her first time out to that peculiar old island, but it's been a guar's age since she's seen its ashy shores. If Granny finds you a nice souvenir she'll just include it in a future delivery.
235	Granny Gravius	Greetings from Bravil, dear! Granny's just making final preparations for her trip to Vvardenfell, but she's got a soft spot for this town. She especially likes taking her lunch at the foot of that nice ole statue in the square. It reminds her of all her own little dears.
236	Granny Gravius	Granny's about to board her ferry out to Morrowind, so she might be out of touch a spell. Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods can keep her deliveries coming on time, so don't fret none about our arrangement.
237	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one is pleased to deliver your regular order through Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods. We pray that you are most satisfied with the selection. Fulfillment by Hawker.
238	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, you have been randomly selected for a satisfaction survey with your recent order from Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods. A survey will accompany your next order. This one would be eternally grateful for your participation. Fulfillment by Hawker.
239	Granny Gravius	Day 403 of this one's captivity: The wizened one gathers her prisoners with bowls of cream, but Khajiit will not drink. The announcement of another departure offers hope of escape, but this one knows it is a false one. Khajiit consoles himself with cookies, but the cream is gone.
240	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one must apologize for any confusion caused by any accompanying correspondence included with your last delivery. A confidential document was packaged instead of your satisfaction survey. This one suggests you dispose of it and not mention this incident in your survey. Fulfillment by Hawker.
241	Granny Gravius	The last time Granny crossed the Niben Bay that nasty Knahatan Flu was starting to creep out of Black Marsh. Granny did the rowing herself back then. Couldn't find a ferrier in a hundred miles willing to ride the river where Granny was hoping to go. Got herself there, you can be sure of that!
242	Granny Gravius	Ever ridden a Silt Strider, dear? Granny can't think of a better way to travel. Great view, and the gentle pace isn't too hard on Granny's old bones. Got a doozy taking Granny to the Inner Sea and she thinks this big fella could ford it.
243	Granny Gravius	The caravaner told Granny he wasn't going to try walking his big bug to Vivec City, so Granny's going to have to hop another ferry. She's a bit forgetful these days, but ole Granny don't remember much city the last time she was there. The big floating rock was nice though.
244	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, please share your responses to the following questions: When thinking of Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods, what are the first five words that come to mind? Have you generally been satisfied with the quality of your orders? Have orders fulfilled by Granny's associates met the exacting standards of Granny's Guarantee?
245	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, your opinions are important to Granny Gravius and especially to this one. If you could find the time to complete your satisfaction survey it would mean the world to us. An extra cookie has been included for your high esteem.
246	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one has not received your reply, no doubt due to overwhelming busyness and contentment with Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods. As an added service this one has taken the liberty of filling in the survey on your behalf. This one is humbled by your glowing praise.
247	Granny Gravius	Hoo-wee! The ash folk are really starting to turn this place into something. It ain't Imperial City, mind, but it'll really be something when it's finished I bet. If that big ole rock don't fall on it.
248	Granny Gravius	Granny's been asking around about that big ole rock and why the ash folk seem none too worried about it. Most were tight lipped as usual, but Granny found one who wouldn't shut up about one of their gods holding it there as long as they keep worshipping him. Granny's heard of worse reasons to pray.
249	Granny Gravius	Now don't go repeating it to anyone you meet, but Granny's thinking about expanding out into the provinces since her business is doing so good. She's heard tell of a Forester's Guild that might be interested in Granny's Discount Pyre Wood business. She's just got to find them.
250	Granny Gravius	Granny's having second thoughts about setting up shop out here. She's been up and down this twisted city for days now and whenever she asks one of these ash folk about doing business with their Forester's Guild they just give her funny looks and shuffle off faster than Granny can follow. No manners at all.
251	Granny Gravius	Finally! Granny's found someone willing to show her to the Forester's Guild and she's going to meet with them tomorrow. Granny's tempted to give them an earful about making themselves so hard to find, but she wants to put her best foot forward. Wish Granny luck, dear.
252	Granny Gravius	Well, the bad news is Granny's Discount Pyre Wood isn't of interest to the Forester's Guild out here, but the good news is Granny's was able to make some other business arrangements that ought to open the way into her expansion into the province. She's going to spring for some Mazte and celebrate!
253	Granny Gravius	Sorry, dear, that Granny isn't too chatty today. She got a little too wrapped up in her good fortunes last night. She had these lovelies set aside for you though.
254	Granny Gravius	Now Granny hadn't planned on an extended trip to this peculiar place, but she was chatting with this affable High Elf who entertained ole Granny with stories of countless Dwarf ruins and she got to thinking about all that stuff just going to waste in a bunch of dusty holes. Granny can't have that!
255	Granny Gravius	Granny hired herself one of those caravaners to take her around now, so she's going to take in the sights on her way to some of these Dwarf holds. The caravaner insisted Granny hire a fighter escort, but she's never needed anything of the sort before and she's not about to start now.
256	Granny Gravius	Did Granny tell you how much she likes these big bugs they ride out here? Silt Striders they're called. Her vision ain't what it used to be, but she can see out near a mile if it's clear. Which it isn't most of the time, mind.
257	Granny Gravius	Granny's glad she didn't have to slog through the soggy swamp on the way to Balmora, her old knees would have been creaking for certain. The caravaner says it's the last decent place to stop before we head to one of those Dwarf holds.
258	Granny Gravius	Granny never realized how frugal the ash folk are. You know some of them use big ole bug carcasses for armor? Chitin they call it. Granny's gonna see if she can't rustle up a good bit before she heads back to the mainland. Just let Granny know if you want her to send any in a future shipment, dear.
259	Granny Gravius	Well, Granny's about to poke her nose into some old Dwarf hold called Arkinghand or some such, so she might be out of touch a spell, but don't you worry. Granny will be back to tell you all about it in no time.
260	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, as our proprietor explores new restocking opportunities in deep, hazardous holes of unknown peril and gruesome expiration this one will continue to offer Granny Gravius's finest Gently Used Goods for your needs. Fulfillment by Hawker.
261	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one wishes to assure you that if our proprietor should befall any pulverizing by large jagged rocks, mashing in ancient gears, or slow methodical dismemberment by diabolical persons or things, provisions have been made to ensure all deliveries will continue for the duration of your contract. Fulfillment by Hawker.
262	Granny Gravius	Hello again, dear! Granny's back in Balmora and resting her old bones. That Arkinghand place weren't nothing much to write about she's afraid. Granny just couldn't seem to get some of those old Dwarf doors unstuck, so she spent a few days picking over a few dusty rooms. Nearly threw out her back trying to lift an old cog.
263	Granny Gravius	Granny did find some old plates and cups that'll need a right good polishing, but should fetch a fair price. Granny's going to need to see what the market will bear for such specialty goods, but her gut's telling her that Dwarf goods aren't going to be worth the bother. Plenty of good gently used goods to be found closer to home. And above ground!
264	Granny Gravius	Granny's caravaner sure does know how to complain. He keeps telling Granny not to head out into the Ashlands because folk tend to keel over for good out in the wastes. Now, Granny says the only real wasteland is a place where perfectly useful goods are left lying about!
265	Granny Gravius	Granny's got to keep it short today. Got some darned lizard-bird thing swooping around us every few minutes.
266	Granny Gravius	Granny's got to say, she's had it up to her ears with this bird- thing! She was enjoying not being pestered by all these pesky wild critters from up on her big bug and then this winged menace had to stick its beak where it isn't wanted. Granny swatted it with her walking stick, so it's giving her a wide berth now, but it hasn't given up.
267	Granny Gravius	That fool scaled vulture is still following poor Granny. She can't imagine anything more annoying than a filthy scavenger lingering on your trail waiting for you to keel over and make'em an easy living. What Granny wouldn't give to have One-Eyed Tom on this trip.
268	Granny Gravius	Granny finally gave that lizard-bird what was coming to it, pretended to nod off this evening and sure enough the chicken- livered beast came swooping down to have a peck of ole Granny. That's when she gave that pesky critter a solid wack on the head, climbed down to give it one last kick, and took some plumage too, for good measure.
269	Granny Gravius	Granny's almost to the Ashlands, so she figures couriers will be hard to come by. She's sent word back to her place of business to make sure her favorite customer's well taken care of. Don't you worry none about old Granny, she's not going to let any overcooked patch of dirt get the best of her.
270	Granny Gravius	Good news, loyal customers! Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods is pleased to announce a new line of quality products well suited for any special occasion: Granny Gravius's Rarefied Relics and Antiques! You are pre-qualified for Granny Gravius's Rarefied Relics and Antiques and will be receiving specially tailored offers by courier soon.
271	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, along with your usual shipment this one has included a small sample of pristine Dwemer fabric available for pre-order from Granny Gravius's Rarefied Relics and Antiques. Quality unmatched for centuries can soon be yours. Return your order form forthwith to secure your place on the waiting list. Fulfillment by Hawker.
272	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one has included a Dwemer leather scrap with your shipment. Note its suppleness and elasticity. Dwarven machine belts were manufactured to last thousands of hours of heavy use, but we have seen they can last thousands of years. Never risk popping a girdle again! Fulfillment by Hawker.
273	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, attached is an artist's rendition of your home after just one easy order of Dwemer bowls and cups. Both beautiful and nearly indestructible, they ensure refined dining long after the fall of civilization. Order a full set and get a pattern for Dwarven forge-mitts, no less useful in the kitchen! Fulfillment by Hawker.
274	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one is contacting you in regard to your account with Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods. There is nothing wrong with your account; however, you have not responded to the wondrous deals offered by Granny Gravius's Rarefied Relics and Antiques. This one wishes to know if you've received our mailings. Fulfillment by Hawker.
275	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one regrets to inform you that orders for Granny Gravius's Rarefied Relic and Antiques are no longer being accepted at this time. Any payments included for orders received after this date will be returned within ninety business days. Fulfillment by Hawker.
276	Granny Gravius	Hello, dear. Granny's still shaking the ashes out of her clothes from her jaunt through the Ashlands. Seems she wasn't the first to have the idea of poking around for unclaimed goods. Granny must have seen a dozen departed souls on the first day without so much as a loincloth stuck to their bones.
277	Granny Gravius	Turns out there's a whole flock of ash folk that have their home out there and they don't leave nothing to waste. Now Granny won't be discouraged by those ash folk's claim to things, so she's having her caravaner take her out in search of their camp. He don't seem too happy about it, but Granny's paying so that's all there is to say on the matter.
278	Granny Gravius	Wouldn't you know, we happened on a bunch of them Ashlanders following a herd of guar. They seemed even less happy about us being there than Granny's caravaner, but she put them in their place right quick. Granny isn't in the business of taking guff. She got them Ashlanders to lead her back to their tribe camp.
279	Granny Gravius	The tribe elder was a shrewd one, even for ash folk. Granny can appreciate someone who knows there's a use to everything, and also a customer willing to pay a pretty drake for items of use. She thinks there's good trade to be had swapping our surplus now and again. Got to diversify to stay competitive in this economy.
280	Granny Gravius	Well, Granny's had about enough of all this dust and she's finished most of her business with the ash folk, so she's going to be heading home. She's going to hop on a boat out of Dagon Fel and dip her toes in the Sea of Ghosts for a few days before she goes inland again.
281	Granny Gravius	Hello, dear. Granny just wanted to let you know that she's making a little detour. Granny's got it on good authority that a mess of boats got themselves good and stuck in the last big freeze, and the creak in her knees are telling Granny there's a thaw coming.
282	Granny Gravius	If there's nothing else you should listen to, it's Granny's creaky knees. Just like she figured, the ice flows are getting all slushy. Granny isn't the rower she used to be, but she found a perfectly good dinghy and the cold's good for her arthritis, so she'll be searching for those boats on the morrow!
283	Granny Gravius	Well, that ice was still sturdy enough for Granny to walk on, though she nearly slipped and busted her bum. At least nobody would have been around to see poor Granny in such a sorry state of affairs. Granny got a good look into some of those boats and she's sure it'll all be worth the trouble once she's got them freed.
284	Granny Gravius	Near as Granny can tell, she's going to have to hire some helping hands if she plans to reclaim those poor trapped boats. She's going to take a few days to poke around the ports and find some enterprising younger folk that know a little ice ain't much to worry about.
285	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one must notify you that Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods has switched to a new gentler packing material for fragile goods. Do not be alarmed by the presence of fur inside parcel. Fulfillment by Hawker.
286	Granny Gravius	REWARD: Lost Cat Black and bald, very affectionate, loves to be scratched Answers to Mangy Tim. Please contact Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods with information as to his whereabouts. Ask for Hawker.
287	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one regrets to have possibly misinformed you in his last correspondence. If one of your recent deliveries included a cat, this was not one of Granny's loyalty gifts. This one would appreciate if the cat was returned expeditiously. This one will credit your account for the trouble. Fulfillment by Hawker.
288	Granny Gravius	Good news, dear. Granny found some nice seafaring folks to work the gently used boats she found in the Sea of Ghosts. They were all smiles, even if they're short on teeth. Got near a dozen perfectly good ships that just needed a little chipping and a bit of airing out.
289	Granny Gravius	These sea folk have just been a great help, gathering up some previously owned goods on our trip back to the mainland. Between what got left in those boats and found out at sea, old Granny's gonna need another cart or two!
290	Granny Gravius	Granny thought about selling those nice boats, but she could tell the sea folk had grown attached to them and Granny's got a head for the long game. She's going to keep the dears in her employ since they've got such a good knack for turning up goods at sea.
291	Granny Gravius	Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods is pleased to announce new shipping discounts on port to port transactions. Why turn out your pockets when Granny can provide you with someone else's? Never forget, your answer's always within Granny's reach!
292	Granny Gravius	GREAT REWARD: Lost Cat Missing about a week, used to being indoors please consult illustrated likeness answers to Mangy Tim, or food. Please contact Hawker at Granny Gravius's Gently Used Goods with any information. He is missed.
293	Granny Gravius	Granny will bet you didn't realize just how demanding running a good supply business really is before she took your contract, did you, dear? She hopes you don't take it as a hint to upping her service charges at renewal time (which is approaching!) Granny's been happy to know someone's been out there listening to her chatter while she's working.
294	Granny Gravius	Don't go thinking Granny's going to retire any time soon. Collecting all these bits and bobs for her loyal customers is just what old Granny does, she wouldn't know what to do with herself otherwise. You can count on Granny Gravius to keep your stores filled for many years to come.
295	Granny Gravius	Not to say that Granny's not looking forward to getting home and taking a nice long break from her travels. Even old Granny needs a vacation now and again. The first things she's going to do is give a great big hug to each of her little darlings. She does hate to leave them for so long.
296	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one wonders if you have not seen any patchy black cats in your travels. If you should find any, please send one to Granny Gravius's Gentle Used Goods by express courier and this one shall include a thank you with your next delivery. Fulfillment by Hawker.
297	Granny Gravius	Granny's got some sad news today, dear. One of her precious kitties got into something he shouldn't have. She knows this sort of thing wouldn't have happened if she'd been home, but it's just the way of things. Not fretting over spilled milk.
298	Granny Gravius	Don't you worry about, Granny, dear. It's never the same after one of her kitties counts to nine, but the loss passes quickly since Granny knows how to keep her little darlings with her always. She's just got to make a little space for him.
299	Granny Gravius	Discerning Customer, this one speaks for all of us in the Granny Gravius family when she says thank you for choosing us for your supply needs and we hope you'll renew your business with us again soon. Please accept this cookie as a token of Granny's appreciation. Fulfillment by Black-Foot.

NotesEdit

• The deliveries have a 24 (or 12) hour cooldown period, and require changing zones after that to be delivered.
• The cloth and leather materials level depends on your level of Tailoring.
• Prior to Update 10 this passive was named Trapper Hireling.