Manacar is an Altmerhulkynd residing outside of Rellenthil. He lives in the wild with Cur, his only companion. When first encountered, he is poaching indrik off a Sapiarch's land so that the noble who hired him can serve its heart at a feast.
Abandoned at birth for the deformities on his face, he was raised by Priests of Stendarr. He refers to his upbringing as cold and loveless. He makes a living off of doing dirty jobs for Altmer nobles. According to him, he has no family name to sully with his actions.
"Would you care to explain why you're tracking me?"
An artist named Tableau wishes to arrange a meeting with you at the nearby sinkhole."An artist you say? Intriguing. I'd accept, but I'm currently occupied with a rather tricky contract. Unless you wish to perform the task for me, I'm afraid this Tableau is out of luck."
What if I did the contract for you?"If you think you're up to the task. This forest is a protectorate of the Sapiarchs. A noble contracted me to poach one of the indriks and bring him her heart. He wishes to serve it at a feast. Petty defiance is a mask of prestige, you see."
I'll get you the heart if you meet with Tableau."We have a deal. You'll collect the heart, and I'll meet with Tableau. Cur will lead you straight to the indrik. I've already given her the scent, so it's as simple as following behind. And then killing the beast, of course."
Why are you doing work for a noble?"Summerset nobility isn't quite as squeaky clean as they want you to believe. In fact, the pressures of perfection often lead them to some … questionable desires. My services allow me to perform more unbecoming tasks, given my social status."
How so?"I have no family to shame, no name which to soil. I may as well be a shadow, for all the worth I am given. Society would rather ignore me than admit I exist. Of course, this anonymity allows me unprecedented freedom. A blessing within my curse."
So you're a hulkynd (Your curse? The fact that you're a hulkynd?)"Yes. I was rejected when I was but a babe. One look upon my face should tell you why. I was raised by the priests of Stendarr. Stern mer who did not much care to cater towards the whims of a child. It was a cold upbringing."
You seem matter of fact about it."A hulkynd; a broken child. That's what I've been, all my life. Why deny it? But being unwanted, outcast, it's almost a relief. I had no family to please, no name to live up to. I choose my own path. Rejection is almost liberating, in that sense."
"Well, this isn't quite what I expected. Your friend is a curious individual. Scribbled constantly as we talked. I had no idea she wished for me to be a … model. Well, no matter. Have you the heart?"
I've collected an indrik heart for you."Good. It seems you're as competent a companion as Cur. I realize our business is concluded, but a complication has arisen which would benefit from your continued assistance."
What sort of complication?"Tableau is quite insistent on finishing her sketch, but it may take a few hours. I'd hate to leave her indisposed, after all the trouble she went through to find me. I must request you deliver the heart for me."
Where do I have to travel to?"The inn within Lillandril. The contact's name is Valtarion. Best to deliver the heart before it starts to rot. Wouldn't want to ruin his little feast. You may keep my payment as compensation. A fair trade, after all your work."
Manacar: "Lillandril is just to the west. You shouldn't have any trouble—." Tableau: "Manacar! Didn't I tell you to remain seated? I'm only halfway through this sketch!" Manacar: "I, well … yes. My apologies."