Skyrim:Belchimac

Belchimac (RefID: )
Home Town	Karthwasten
Location	Karthwasten Miner's Barracks
Race	Breton	Gender	Male
Level	6	Class	Miner
RefID		BaseID
Other Information
Health	91	Magicka	67
Stamina	67
Primary Skills	Alchemy, Conjuration
Moral.	No Crime	Aggress.	Unaggressive
Faction(s)	CrimeFactionReach; JobMinerFaction; KarthwastenMinersBarracksFaction; TownKarthwastenFaction

Belchimac

Belchimac is a Breton miner who lives and works in Karthwasten. He sleeps in the miner's barracks and works at Fenn's Gulch Mine.

He wears a set of miner's clothes and a pair of boots, and is equipped with a pickaxe. He carries a key to the miner's barracks and a selection of lower-class loot and gold.

Before you reopen the mines, he'll be depressed, saying, "The good mine is closed and the other mine has no ore. Gods have cursed me." He'll keep his attitude when they're open, "Sauranach [sic] mine is open again. How am I supposed to handle all this work?" When asked if he knows where a young girl who lives here is, he'll say, "Yeah, we're all looking for something."

He can often be seen talking to other miners:

Emmon: "When are those Silver-Blood men going to leave?"
Belchimac: "Never. They've shut us down forever, Enmon. The Divines have abandoned us."

Belchimac: "We're doomed. The mine is going to stay closed, and we'll up be carted of to Cidhna Mine as slaves."
Emmon: "Only criminals get sent to Cidhna Mine. They're not going to send us there."
Belchimac: "Oh, they'll find some way to send us there. It'll be just my luck."

Belchimac: "Damn Nords. Always getting in the way of us honest folk."
Ragnar: "What did you say? You lazy coward, I'll cut your throat."
Belchimac: "Nothing, Ragnar. Please... don't hurt me."
Ragnar: "I... I'm sorry, Belchimac. I didn't mean that."

Ragnar: "You're always talking about the Forsworn. You aren't thinking of joining them, are you?"
Belchimac: "Maybe I will. What do you think about that?"
Ragnar: "I'm warning you. Those people are killers. You'd never last a day with them."

Belchimac: "I don't like bunking with Orcs. It's not... clean."
Lash: "If you want me to leave, you could challenge me to a fight. I promise to stop once you've lost an arm."
Belchimac: "What I meant to say was... I love having an Orc here in the barracks. They're so... pleasant."

Lash: "Why do your people claim the Reach is theirs? The Orcs have been in these lands just as long."
Belchimac: "You wouldn't understand, Lash. Your people aren't smart enough for politics."
Lash: "Is that so? I'll remember that next time we're in the mine tunnels... alone."
Belchimac: "Did... did I say you weren't smart? I meant to say that I'm not smart, Lash. I'm just not smart enough to answer your questions."