Festus Krex: There you are. Took your sweet time dealing with Cicero. Now let's get down to business. Astrid told you about the Gourmet, I hope?
But first you need to learn who he is. Assuming, of course, that the Gourmet actually is a 'he'. Could be a woman for all we know.
Ah! indeed I do! Indeed I do!
In my, uh, investigations, I came upon this. It's a copy of the Gourmet's cookbook, ah, but not just any copy. It's signed you see!
Seems to be a message from the Gourmet to one Anton Virone. I've tracked Virane to the keep in Markarth. It would seem he's the cook.
I believe so. Therefore, you are to obtain that information from Virane who the Gourmet really is and where he can be found.
Oh, and when you're done with Virane, kill him.
Loose ends and all that.
Next, you'll have to... Are you still paying attention?
As I was saying... You'll need to kill the Gourmet, of course. Nut what's more, you'll need to get his Writ of passage, so you can take his place.
Oh, and if you can, hide his body. The longer it takes for anyone else to determine his real identity, the better.
Now off with you!
Remember, the Markarth Keep.
Tyranus: How did you do that?
Anton Virane: Yes, yes for the hundred time, I am a Breton, I was born in High Rock. And then I came here. I am not a Reachman!
Who are you? What do you want?
Never, I don't know what led you here, but noting will betray my trust. I'll take the secret of the Gourmet's identity to my grave.
The Dark Brotherhood?
Now...now wait a minute. Let's not get hasty. I mean, surely my friend wouldn't want me to endanger my own life. Right?
Look, his name is Balagog gro-Nolob. He's an Orc! The Gourmet's an Orc! He's staying at the Night-gate Inn. That's all I know!
Now...now you'll let me go. Right?
Okay. All right. Wonderful. You're welcome! I'll just be on my way, then...
Female: So, the prodigal murderer returns. And the Gourmet?
Festus Krex: So I gathered. it seems a certain Orc has disappeared. Which means you not only killed the Gourmet, but disposed of the body as well. You've got the Writ of passage too, I see. Splendid, splendid... Ah, and word has come in from Markarth that the keep's cook has met an untimely demise.
You performed your duties to the letter
I was wrong about you. I see that now. Maybe we all were.
Here's your payment. And...a little something else, as well. From me. Consider it my way of apologizing. For being so damned curmudgeonly! It's called the Nightweaver's Band. I wore this for years. I want you to have it now. It'll give your magic and sneakiness some much needed "oomph."
Now you'd better get a move on and see Astrid. It's time! Time for the final stage of this grand and glorious operation.