As long as you're going to Hoelbrak—you are going to Hoelbrak next, right? Give that mangy old mutt Knut Whitebear a message for me. Tell him I've got norn refugees showing up in my office, and I don't appreciate it. Especially ones that claim to be Eir's son. Oh, and I wouldn't protest if you hefted a norn ale for me while you're there. It's far stronger than the watered-down dirt we've got at the Citadel. Rytlock Brimstone