Marcurio: I'll have you know, Lemkil, that the Dragonborn's intentions are entirely honorable!
Lemkil: Oh, 'course they are, milkdrinker. If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask fifty.
Aurora Orianus, shocked: You mean to say you'd sell your daughter for fifty septims?
Marcurio: Have you NO morals, man?
Lemkil: Nah. Nah, can't afford 'em. Neither could you, if you was as poor as me.














