Oblivion:Nels the Naughty
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|Nels the Naughty
|Faction(s)||The Doomed House Guests|
Nels the Naughty, a Nord barbarian, is a guest at Summitmist Manor in Skingrad. His daughter, Olga, was killed by bandits during a raid on his village in Skyrim and the local garrison of the Imperial Legion did nothing to stop it. For this reason, he dislikes soldiers like Neville and regards them as "useless, uncaring tools of corruption".
- Whodunit?: Summitmist Manor; there were six on the night of last and then there were none... save one.
- When you enter the manor, you will hear a conversation between Nels and Neville:
Neville: "So Nord, if you find the gold, what will you spend it on? Wait, let me guess, a sleazy whore and a nice new battleaxe. Am I right?"
Nels: "I'm going to open a tavern. Not that I'd welcome your patronage. No pigs allowed inside you see. You Legion types tend to stink up a place."
Neville: "A Tavern? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh, I should have known! Leave it to a barbarian to spend an entire chest full of gold on beer and mead. How pathetic."
Nels: "You can call me a barbarian. It's true and I'm proud of the fact. But you call me pathetic again and I'm going to show you just how barbaric I am."
Neville: "With every word you speak you're just proving me right, Nord. Your kind has contributed nothing to our Empire and never will!"
Nels: "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! "My kind," as you like to call us are plenty happy serving our own needs while your useless Empire crumbles down around you."
Neville: "Your words border on treason, Nord, and I will not tolerate them! You will respect the Empire! You will respect the memory of our dear Emperor!"
Nels: "Bah! Don't get your linens in a bunch! You have no authority in this house, or anywhere else! You're not even in the Legion anymore!"
Neville: "Nevertheless, I still serve the Empire in my heart and will not abide such talk! Walk away from me now, barbarian, or you'll regret your arrogance!"
Nels: "Pfft. I was done with you anyway. I can only talk to an Ex-Legion pig for so long before my ears start bleeding. Besides, I need a drink! Ha-ha-ha."