Hereld Malloni: "Ah, the great oaf stirs. Busy day at the Fighters Guild Hall, eh?"
Skaldara: "Bah! You mages fare no better. It's that damned Pirate Queen and her boot-licking Red Sails. Can't sharpen a sword without those rat-faced corsairs kicking down your door."
Hereld Malloni: "True enough. I've got half a mind to sail back to Wayrest. Better to be taxed by a High-King than to be fleeced by a wharf-rat in royal clothing."
After completing "A Special Request":
Hereld Malloni: "Have you heard? Fortunata's dead!"
Skaldara: "Aye. Nestrana says they're still scraping her off the rocks. Shor's bones, I'd trade all the mead in Skyrim to see her face as she fell."
Hereld Malloni: "Ah, Skaldeif, brutish as always... Oh who am I kidding? Oblivion take that sour wench!"