Lord Kirihara, I heard that, due to your close ties with the extraction of Sakuradite, you have been promised a considerable position within the Specially Administrated Zone.

They had to maintain the superiority of the privileged class.

But you saw it. We got a handful of tents on a heap of sand. A hell of a promised land.

Do this task for me and you'll be well on your way to a title in Riften.

Take a walk, listen, and you'll understand. The claimants already hand out land, promise privileges, titles, favorable judgments… They behave like whores lifting their skirts for every passer-by.

Could be the flames of hell or heaven's grace. Might also be an engram reading code. But it's a promise of survival.

Well, he said that a few men have been going by to some of the local farms promising a good price from all the local mills and farms.

You and Sam dared me to go into that bandit camp. Well I did and brought back his stupid hat like you said, so give me the 10,000 gold you promised.