Morrowind short: Fargoth's Secret

"Hello. I don't know if I can help you, but I'll try."

The newcomer to our little coastal village- a large Argonian- nodded his head.
"This one wishes to find a place of business," he said.

"That would be Arrille's Tradehouse. My friend is the proprietor."
Something tugged at the back of my mind.

As the Argonian set out across the street, it came to me.
"Say, outlander! Did you happen to find a small ring in the
Census and Excise Office? It's mine, and I'd like it back."

He paused, head cocked to one side.

Suddenly a toothy smile split his face. "Yesss. This one has it here."
He dug into his trouser pocket and tossed something to me.

"My ring! Thank you ever so, my friend. Tell Arrille I sent you; he'll
be very pleased." Whistling a jaunty tune, I went to look for some trouble.