Jurak-dar

"Jurak-dar does not know why he bothers sometimes. Relics are old! I do not guarantee their potency!"

What's your secret? "Secret? Jurak-dar is a trader, nothing more. I sell things, you buy them! This is the way of things. At least it should be. Some people think differently."

Where do your goods come from? "They say no one gets into Belarata, but Jurak-dar is better than anyone! Why have a door that leads nowhere, yes? Want to keep someone out? Build a wall, not a door!

Can you show me the door? "Ha! Even if I wanted to show you, I could not. These people, they harass me day and night! There is no end to their whining. Get them to leave me alone! Then, maybe, I might show you."

We have a deal. "Good luck. You will need it! The Mane himself could not get them to leave. Not the Mane. Not his armies. These ones do not understand or live the Riddle'Thar."

Who is the Mane? "The Mane is, and has always been, our spiritual leader. Khajiit may travel far and live in distant places, but deep within, we are guided by the Mane, and Riddle'Thar."

Riddle'Thar? "Riddle'Thar sets us on our path, long before we know our milk-name, or take our first breath. The First Mane revealed the existence of Riddle'Thar to us, and we hold its revelations close to our hearts."

"They're gone! What powers you must wield!"

Now you can show me the entrance. "Good, good! Time to pack! On my way, yes? What? You expect me to show you now?"

We made a deal. "Not exactly. Jurak-dar did say "maybe," yes? No? Such misunderstanding over a little knick-knack. Just a rock! How could I know what it did? Most of what she gave me was harmless!

[Persuade] I can't help you if you don't tell me everything. "In the ruins. Belarata. There is a ghost, yes? She thinks … aheh. She thinks I am her lover! So she gives me things. Clothing, trinkets, things that belonged to him. Most are harmless! Old, but dangerous? Never! Well, mostly."

Show me the way in. "Fine, fine. Jurak-dar will show you. Come, follow me."

Mostly? What do you mean? "Never drink from an unmarked bottle that's been locked away since the First Era with a Daedric guardian stewing in the contents. "But I'm Rigurt the Brash," he said, "and all my drinkings are mighty!" I tried to warn the man. I do hope his beard grew back."

Who gave you the rock? [?]

"Before we go, there is something we should know."

Go on. "Last time, Jurak-dar got out by the fur on his tail. The ghost wants her lover to stay forever. But there is a barrier within. Beyond are the treasures of the Ayleids, locked up for centuries! Nothing like the trinkets I sold."

How would we get through this barrier? "The poem on the sword opens the ruin, yes? More scribbles are all around the ruins. Poetry! Spoken randomly they do nothing, but if we knew how they fit together …."

Why would that matter? "We could open the ruin and share in the plunder! We'll enter separately as paupers, but leave together, rich as kings! So, you will help me?"

Why should we enter separately? "She may not let you in, and there is still the barrier! No. We do not hide our sugar in one boot. We go in separately."

Explain why it's worth the risk. "Aheh. I admit, I do not do this only for you! Until now, I have only been able to, shall we say, receive gifts from her. If even a handful are like the lightning stone, well! It could be fairly lucrative, yes?

What about the Mages Guild? They want to examine the ruin. "Once we remove the barrier, the researchers can examine the relics before I sell them. Jurak-dar promises, no tricks."

All right, I'll do it. "Good. Take the sword as a symbol of our pact. I, er, want it back later. I will keep her busy. You figure out the poems. And when we get out, we will both be very rich, yes?"

"Ugh. My head thanks you for your haste. Once the barrier fell, whatever she was doing stopped as well!"

I put the spirits to rest. "Truly, I am glad. She was very lonely, and for so long. But enough melancholy, yes? To our spoils!"

"Hey, hello there friend! Can I beg your assistance today?"

What's wrong? "As you can see, Jurak is a member of the Lunar clergy. Many of my friends, my brothers, died when these beasts appeared. I would have fled myself, but for the Ring of Rid-Thar-ri'Datta."

A ring is worth your life? "To the brotherhood, the ring is valuable for spiritual reasons. But I fear some may see other kinds of value in our sacred relic. Please. Jurak is no warrior. Will you retrieve the ring from the Moonmont vault?"

All right, I'll get it for you. "You are very brave. May the Moons brightly shine down on your soul, as your soul shines out … in the night."

Don't I know you from somewhere? (if the Vestige has previously completed "Buyer Beware") "No, no! Jurak just has one of those faces, you know? The Brights Moons orbit in mysterious ways."

"Hello again, partner! Don't worry about what this little priest said. Hand over the goods."

Why should I? You're not a priest at all, are you? "You've found me out, my friend. Jurak is no priest. He was your guide and companion in the ruins of Belarata. But, truly, he had a very good reason for everything he did."

What's your reason? "Because the ring is very valuable, of course. Jurak-dar has a very lucrative buyer lined up in the town of Pa'alat. Very respectable, and willing to pay top coin. You have retrieved the ring, so Jurak will cut you in!"

You make a compelling argument. Here's the ring. [?]

Let me think about this.