Tamriel Rebuilt:Porcilla Dythos

Porcilla Dythos (TR_m3_Porcilla Dythos)
Added by	Tamriel Rebuilt
Home City	Old Ebonheart
Location	Harbor Offices
Race	Imperial	Gender	Female
Level	3	Class	Commoner
Other Information
Health	57	Magicka	84
Alarm	95	Fight	30
Faction(s)	Census and Excise Office 1(Apprentice)

Porcilla Dythos, a clerk with as little time as she has patience

Porcilla Dythos is an Imperial commoner and Apprentice of the Census and Excise Office. At the time of your arrival in Old Ebonheart, she is (slowly) dealing with a long queue of disgruntled individuals, seeking to declare goods to the customs agents.

Outside of her office, an infuriated member of Great House Indoril, Rother Nerevyn, has had his goods impounded due to a technicality. He will have you take up his case with Porcilla as part of the quest, On What Customs!.

She wears a common robe, a pair of common shoes, and a pair of expensive gloves.

Aside from her natural charm and ability to absorb fatigue from others, she knows no spells.

Related Quests

East Empire Company

• Letter of the Law: Work out the import fees for a merchant without proper documentation.

Miscellaneous

• Oh What Customs!: Imperial regulations make Great House politics almost seem tame in comparison.

Dialogue

• Greetings:

(Upon first meeting):

"Move along, move along. Oi! %PCRace! You're holding up the line! I've got fifteen requests to dock in the past three days, and they aren't getting processed any quicker with you badgering me!"

"What is it now?"

(If Disposition ≥ 40):

"Welcome to the Imperial city of Old Ebonheart, citizen. Anything to declare?"

• Camsaron:

"Yes, that would be the Redguard gentleman who's currently THIRD in line. And no, just because he's screaming at the top of his lungs about smugglers in leather masks doesn't mean he's allowed to cut the line."

• House Indoril:

"These Great House Dunmer make me so mad. Sure, their strange living gods signed the Armistice, making them an official part of the Empire under our law, but do they care? They'd probably still be trading bug husks out of their filthy ash wallows if wasn't for trade with the rest of the Empire! Ingrates."

East Empire Company: Letter of the Law

• excise agent:

"Oh, let me guess, it's about Ignatius. He was just assigned here from his agent training and doesn't have a firm grasp on how the real world works. He's shaking down poor merchants for pennies when he should be inspecting some real boats. I'll have a talk with him later, but for now I'll tell him we'll accept a flat tariff based off shipment weight. I'm stuck here, but go find Yngskar Pale-Trick. He's a dockworker who should be able to give a reasonable estimate."

"Ignatius has his heart in the right place, but he tends to follow the book a little too closely."

Oh What Customs!

• confiscated cargo:

"What? What's this about? That Indoril oaf Rother Nerevyn? I already told him. Illegal cargo means no rights to dock! Signed, stamped, and sealed. Now move along."

• Hold on. Illegal?:

"Yes, as in "against the law"."

• Could you elaborate?:

"If I liked you a little better I might, but right now you are just wasting my precious time. Get out of the line, please. Next!" Goodbye

(If Disposition ≥ 65 OR your Speechcraft ≥ 50):

"Oh, very well, I suppose I can set a minute aside for you. The cargo I confiscated from Rother Nerevyn had three bottles of mazte more than what was indicated in the shipping manifest. Officially, that makes the entire cargo suspect, and we impounded it to give it a more thorough inspection later."

• more thorough inspection:

"Let me tell you something, %PCRace, and maybe it'll help you in the romance department as well. When an Imperial woman says later? She really means never. I don't expect that cargo will move from its place in the warehouse anytime soon."

(If Disposition ≥ 75 OR Disposition ≥ 50 and your Speechcraft ≥ 55):

"I'll be honest with you, the cargo contained no contraband or dangerous items. But the law is clear, and if the shipping manifest does not match the cargo, then it must be confiscated for a proper inspection. I don't care. You shouldn't either. House Indoril could use a few knocks down off their throne, if you ask me."

(If Rother Nerevyn is dead):

"With Nerevyn dead that inspection hardly matters now, does it?"

• three bottles of mazte:

"Gone? Hmph! Well, without those three extra bottles, Rother Nerevyn's cargo now checks out. There's no longer any legal justification for keeping it here. He's one lucky fetcher... Tell him he has twenty-four hours to get that swill out of my warehouse, or I'll dump it in the sea for him." Goodbye