Vince: Hello, everybody. My name is Vince. I'm one of the sweet role feves here in Sector 7G of the Howcast offices. And we're going to continue our adventure in Skyrim. So here at Loreius Farm you may run into a colorful character.
Cicero: Ah! Bother and befuddle. Stuck here! Stuck! My mother, my poor mother unmoving, at rest, but too still. Poor Cicero is stuck. Can you see? I was transporting my dear, sweet mother. Well, not her, her corpse. She's quite dead. I'm taking mother to a new home, a new crypt, but ahh... Wagon wheel! Damnest wagon wheel! It broke. Don't you see? Oh, yes. Yes, the kindly stranger can certainly help. Go to the farm, the Loreius Farm. Just over there, off the road. Talk to Loreius. He has tools. He can help me but he won't. He refuses. Convince Loreius to fix my wheel. Do that and poor Cicero will reward you with coin. Gleamy, shiny coin.
Vince: All right. I like coin.
Vantus: Oh, for the love of Maro. What now? That Cicero feller? Tell me something I don't know. Crazy fool's already asked me about five times. Seems he's not satisfied with my answer. Why can't he just leave us alone. Pay me? You think this is about money? Have you seen the man? He's completely out of his head. A jester? Here, in Skyrim? Ain't been a merryman in these parts for a hundred years. And he's transporting some giant box. Says it's a coffin and he's going to bury his mother. Mother, my eye. He could have anything in there, war contraband, weapons, Skooma. Ain't no way I'm getting involved in any of that. What? And just who in Maro's name are you anyway? Come here telling me my business and for what? To help a fool! Look. You're right. You're right. Feller might be nutters, might not. But fact is he needs help. I turn him away. What kind of man am I, hmm? Look... Thanks. And I'm sorry for my unneighborly reaction. If you talk to Cicero, you be sure and tell him I'd be down to help soon.
Curwe: You need something talk to my husband, Vantus Loreius or just Loreius, if it's all the same to you.
Vince: I like that he's suspicious of this guy because he's a jester. Skyrim is not a very happy land apparently.
Cicero: Poor mother, her new home seems so very far. You, you did? He has? Oh, stranger. You have made Cicero so happy, so jubilant and ecstatic. But more, even more. My mother thanks you. Here, here for your troubles. Shiny, clinky gold. A few coins for your kind deed. And thank you, thank you again. I will wait for Loreius. Oh, yes. Mother and I will wait right here, right here until he fixes our wheel.
Vince: Well, they're taking their sweet time. All right. Well, whatever. We got places to be.
Grimvar: Then it's true, what everyone is saying? That Aventus Aretino is doing the Black Sacrament? Trying to summon the Dark Brotherhood?
Idesa Sadri: Oh, Grimvar, always the nonsense. No, no, of course not. Those are just tales.
Grimvar: Fine. Then I'll invite him out to play. He lives right there. I'm going to knock on his door.
Idesa Sadri: No, child. Wait! That boy, that house, they're cursed.
Grimvar: Ha! Then I'm right. I knew it. He's trying to have somebody killed.
Idesa Sadri: All right. I won't deny it, child. What you heard is true but Aventus Aretino walks a dark path. His actions can lead only to ruin. Now, enough. We will speak no more of this. I am the only friend you need.
Vince: Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Faendal? Yeah. Let's get in there.