"Come here, little manling. I won't hurt you. I just want to tell you a... secret."
Report, you fool. What are you doing here? And who do you serve?"Grr. You want to talk to me, you show some respect. Or maybe I'll pound you."
You have to earn my respect, mallethead.
Sorry. I'm a little irritable. It may have something to do with all the dead things shambling about. Okay. Where I come from, warriors have a little chat before a fight, get to know each other. Then, if you want, we can beat the brains out of each other."Okay. We talk a little. Then I have to pound on you. And catch you. Alive. Can't forget the alive part. So. What you want to talk about?"
Who is your boss, and what are you doing here?"Xivilai Moath. He's my boss and he's very important. Mehrunes Dagon likes my boss a lot, because he's so smart and tough. He sent me here to guard this place and look for the manling. He wants the manling. Alive, he said. Okay. We talked. Now we wrestle."
No. You should talk. Makes you feel better. Good exercise for the mind.
Sure. I love wrestling.
I just came from the Battlespire. Nice work. How did it go? Those Battlemages are supposed to be real tough."Battlespire was a cinch. Traitor opens a gate, we go in, mop things up. Catch Battlemages and guards asleep. Some are pretty tough for manlings, but just a couple. Hundreds of us. Bang, bang bang. Job's done. So rest of troops head home, leave Scamps and Vermai to clean up. Okay. Nice talk. Fun. Now we wrestle."
No. You should talk. Lovely voice. I could listen to you for hours.
Sure. I love wrestling.
Where are you supposed to take me after you capture me? Alive. Remember."Oh. When I capture you, I wait here a while, and someone opens a gate. I don't know how to open gates. So then we take the gate to Shade Perilous, then we take another gate to the Chimera and then home to the Wellhead. Okay. We talk enough? Now we wrestle?"
No. Wait. I haven't had a chance to talk yet. It's my turn, isn't it?
Sure. Let's wrestle.
You're just the person I wanted to see. I was supposed to give you this.... Now, what did I do with that package. Wait a second while I look in my bag....
Don't be tedious. I'm here searching for Vatasha Trenelle. I've taken the form of a manling to trick her. Now go about your business as if you never saw me. (Provides the same dialogue as below)"Well. It IS you, manling. I hear you are quite the little fireball. They say for us to capture you alive. I tend to get excited in a fight, so please remind me about the ALIVE part if I seem to get too excited."
Among my kind I am accounted a great warrior and master of spellcraft. Come. Let us parlay first, take one another's measure in words, and then, if we must fight, let us fight with dignity and honor."Okay. We talk a little. Then I have to pound on you. And catch you. Alive. Can't forget the alive part. So. What you want to talk about?"
Or:
"Well. It IS you, manling. I hear you are quite the little fireball. They say for us to capture you alive. I tend to get excited in a fight, so please remind me about the ALIVE part if I seem to get too excited."
Look. Are you SURE you're supposed to capture me alive? That's not what I heard. Who told you that?"Capture the manling. Alive. That's what Xivilai Moath said. Capture ALL the manlings alive. So they talk. Just like the three Battlemages. They talked and talked and talked about all sorts of things. Xivilai Moath MAKES them talk. They were HAPPY to talk. Tell lots of secrets. Xivilai Moath MAKE you talk, too, you bet. Tell all your secrets. So. Now it's pounding time. Ready?"
Sure. I'm ready. But don't forget. Capture. Alive. Very important. Wouldn't want to upset your boss.
I make it a policy not to beat up on poor, helpless idiots. Do you qualify?
Look here, you pea-brained lummox. I got this amulet. That means I am NOT a manling. I am a very-well respected daedra, and you are going to get in a LOT of trouble if you so much as breathe on me."Hah. You think I fall for that old trick? You wear amulet? That don't mean NOTHING. Except you hurt one of my good friends. And that just makes me mad."
Alive. Capture. Remember?
Or:
"Oh. You come back for some more, huh? You LIKE me a lot, huh? Yuk, yuk, yuk. Well, you come here and I put a pretty little kiss on you."
You may be two of the most repulsive things I've ever seen. The only thing you are going to be kissing, my fat friend, is the end I sit on.
Hah, hah, hah! You slay me! Hah-hah-hah. I can't stand it. You are one funny hunk of blubber. Hah-hah-hah. Hah-hah-hah. Wait a minute. Have you heard the one about the dragon and the coach seat? Lemme tell you. It's a doozy....
