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Невилль
Город Скинград
Дом Summitmist Manor
Раса Редгард Пол Мужской
Уровень 1 Класс Knight
RefID 00028B75 BaseID 000277D1
Дополнительная информация
Здоровье 1 Магия 77
Respons. 90 Агрессия 20
Фракции The Doomed House Guests
Neville

Neville is a Редгард knight and a retired Imperial Legion Soldier who respects данмеров and hates нордов. He is one of the people present at Summitmist Manor during the Темное братство quest Whodunit?.

The chest in his room holds a full set of Imperial Legion armor along with a leveled mace; Neville holds the key to it. Neville wears a burgundy linen shirt, burgundy linens, and a pair of oiled linen shoes and carries a large amount of gold. Neville knows a leveled set of crusader spells.

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  • When you enter the manor, you will hear a conversation between Nels and Neville:
Neville: So Nord, if you find the gold, what will you spend it on? Wait, let me guess, a sleazy whore and a nice new battleaxe. Am I right?
Nels: I'm going to open a tavern. Not that I'd welcome your patronage. No pigs allowed inside you see. You Legion types tend to stink up a place.
Neville: A Tavern? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh, I should have known! Leave it to a barbarian to spend an entire chest full of gold on beer and mead. How pathetic.
Nels: You can call me a barbarian. It's true and I'm proud of the fact. But you call me pathetic again and I'm going to show you just how barbaric I am.
Neville: With every word you speak you're just proving me right, Nord. Your kind has contributed nothing to our Empire and never will!
Nels: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! "My kind," as you like to call us are plenty happy serving our own needs while your useless Empire crumbles down around you.
Neville: Your words border on treason, Nord, and I will not tolerate them! You will respect the Empire! You will respect the memory of our dear Emperor!
Nels: Bah! Don't get your linens in a bunch! You have no authority in this house, or anywhere else! You're not even in the Legion anymore!
Neville: Nevertheless, I still serve the Empire in my heart and will not abide such talk! Walk away from me now, barbarian, or you'll regret your arrogance!
Nels: Pfft. I was done with you anyway. I can only talk to an Ex-Legion pig for so long before my ears start bleeding. Besides, I need a drink! Ha-ha-ha.