Justin
"Hey I take only a moderate amount of pleasure in what I do. What I do works, major crimes are at a low, murders and muggings are happening at a lesser rate than they were before I was in charge. And we have systems in place to help lessen the need for people to turn to theft. In my heyday the Thieves Guild was even having a lessened impact."
Celia
"It still doesn't fix the problem. The finest maggot is still festering the wound. That town is rotten to the fuckin' core... Everyone's there... Complacent in some sort of racket."

*Passing Rorikstead. Fort Greymoor was barely visible.*
Justin
"You could say that about most cities. All you have to do is dig deep enough." He says, "Markarth, or Nchuand-zel, will still have its problems. I'm surprised the city hasn't fallen into a sinkhole."
Celia
"It's biggest problem was solved by an overwhelming display of power. It's better for Maven and Laila to just let whatever happen in riften... As long as they get their cut. Won't convince me otherwise."
Justin
"There's still plenty of issues that need working out. Same with Riften. My methods are like adapted to work well in the area. And they clearly worked in yours."
Celia
"That was the Jarl's choice."

*He stayed quiet for a moment. He came to a realization that he was really just a sellsword. His opinion didn't matter.*
Justin
"And it was a good choice, if I say so myself." He says with a chuckle, "If I ever have any daedra related problems, though, I think I'll contact your people instead of the Vigil. I feel you Knights would be a lot better than that priestly militia."
Celia
"Fanatics. All of them. Think everything is black and white with daedra... It isnt, it's stupid to think that way."
Justin
"Heh, you can say that again." He says, "If only everything was as easy as good and evil."
Celia
"The Empire wants to be good... Seen as good... And they can do good. But there is so much underneath that undermines all of their good. No integrity anymore. Most people dont have integrity... Loyalty."
Justin
"No one cause is ever truly good, the road to Oblivion is paved with good intentions and all that. The Stormcloaks have the right idea, fighting for a cause they believe in, a cause everyone should fight for, but they can be overzealous at times."
Celia
"Nothing can be simple."

*The path would split. There was a sign. Riften to the southeast, whiterun to the east. This is where they would part ways, right at Fort Greymoor.*