Iszara: Where am I?
Cyrus: You are safe, Iszara.
Iszara: Is it you?
Cyrus: I'm afraid so.
Iszara: Where is N'Gasta? Is he dead? Where is the soulgem?
Cyrus: Iszara, I...
Iszara: I... I have to get back to the League.
Cyrus: But...
Iszara: What have I done?
Cyrus: Iszara!
Iszara: Are you coming or not?
* * *
Yaeli: Caught up already, have you?
Cyrus: Shut up.
Cyrus: Iszara...
Iszara: Do you plan to stay this time?
Cyrus: Yes.
Iszara: Because you could run again.
Cyrus: Yes.
Iszara: It wasn't your war then.
Cyrus: No.
Iszara: And it's not your war now.
Cyrus: No.
Iszara: And if you expect anything more than that right now, you can go to hell.
* * *
Basil: That's just great, Iszara.
Iszara: Don't give me that. Even if we still had the soulgem we'd be in the same place. You'd still be hiding in this cave and Richton still be in our Prince's Palace.
Basil: There's a difference between hiding from the Empire and biding our time.
Iszara: We're losing time.
Basil: You lost the soulgem! What now, girl?
Cyrus: I know where it is.
Basil: Yeah, huh?
Cyrus: Richton has the soulgem.
Basil: You've seen him with it?
Cyrus: I gave it to him.
Iszara: How could...
Cyrus: I didn't know what it was. The Necromancer had it fashioned into an amulet, a gift for the Governor. He needed someone to deliver it. I did, thinking I could somehow get to you.
Basil: My heart just broke. Yours, too?
Vander: A million pieces.
Cyrus: We'll just have to get it back.
Basil: We'll be killed as soon as we step onto the shore.
Iszara: Cyrus is right.
Cyrus: What's the point of being condemned as rebels in arms if we never take up those arms against the Empire?
Basil: We?
Cyrus: I tell you, Basil, and hear me well. Whether you like it or not, I'm in this now, until the end.
Basil: I'm not sending my men to Stros M'Kai, soulgem lost or no. Hammerfell needs us alive.
Cyrus: What good are you, Basil, if you do nothing? Are you afraid of shedding a little blood?
Iszara: Here it comes.
Basil: You speak grandly of spending blood that is not your own, Cyrus. As for the League, we do what we can, even in hiding. We're pirates, man, the purest form of sedition- To thieve, snare, slit the throat unbeheld- The ever-resident thorns, keeping all sides at guard, alleviating every inertia with our own. Our raids force the Emperor to garrison Stros M'Kai, and tie up ships and men here. And our piracy hits Richton where it counts... In his gold purse. If he doesn't squeeze this province for the profits the Emperor demands, his head will roll.
Cyrus: Don't forget the Dragon, Basil. Because that's the thing you really fear, isn't it? The Battle of Stros M'Kai hung in the balance until the Governor called in his Dragon, right?
Basil: Well, there's that, too.
Cyrus: I'll take care of the Dragon.
Basil: Big man.
Vander: Can I feel your muscle?
Iszara: Richton probably has the Dragon guarding the soulgem in the Palace Treasure Vaults.
Cyrus: Where are they?
Iszara: You can enter them through the Catacombs, but you need the key.
Cyrus: Where'd you get this?
Basil: The Prince and your sister were good friends, Cyrus. The Treasure Vaults were to be her jewelry chambers.
Cyrus: I've had enough of your chatter, Basil! I'm going to find the gem and then I'll find somebody who'll bring the Prince back! When that's done, should I tell him to expect your aid or not?
Basil: I expect you'll have just as much success as your sister had, Cyrus. You can hardly do any worse.
Iszara: I'll go with you.
Cyrus: You're too weak, still. Look, I've done well enough to this point. I can finish this. For you.
Iszara: For Hammerfell.
Cyrus: Fine. For Hammerfell.
Cyrus: When I have the soulgem and somebody that can break its magic-
Cyrus: What should I do?
Iszara: Send us the signal and we'll meet at the Temple. Brother Nidal has A'Tor's body hidden there.
Basil: Redguard.
Basil: When you have the Prince, you have his men.
* * *
Iszara: I should help you.
Cyrus: You're too well known on the island. The Imperials --
Iszara: I could handle them.
Cyrus: And you will. After the temple. I won't fail you. Not like last time.
Iszara: Look. Let's get this straight. You murdered my husband, and ran away. On one day you robbed me of the two people I loved and trusted most in all the world. Hakan was not much of a husband, but you were not, and are not, fit to judge him. Nor am I fit to judge you. You're guilty of gods-know how many crimes and cruelties, not the least of all what you've done to your own flesh and blood. But... Whatever harm you've done to me, I forgive you. You are my blood, and younger brother, and I can do no less. But if you trifle with the affairs of the League, and with the fate of Hammerfell and her people, then run away like you did last time, I will find you. You are a charming, vain, self-absorbed child, never thinking of anyone but yourself and your own profit... But if you take up this thing, you will see it through to the end... Or I will kill you.
Cyrus: I am going to find that soulgem. And I will get your Prince back. Iszara. I know what you think of me. I'm not proud of what I've been. But something... Is happening here, and I... I don't really know what I'm saying, but...
Iszara: Then don't say anything. I'm not interested in your words, Cyrus. It's enough to have you here. I just have to believe you'll stay when I need you.
Cyrus: I will finish this.
