Ranabi's hired thug east of the Crescent Moons Temple goes too far! I don't know what they call it up in the frigid wastes of Skyrim, but down here in Kenarthi's Roost it's called haggling! Her wares are over priced and I don't care who hears me. That barbaric psychopath laughed as he nailed me inside his dead wife's coffin for two days! Yeah, that's right! The smell.. ugh, makes me shudder to think about it. Send his bones back north!