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Armed with the measurements of your new fancy bookshelf you enter Southern Books because you've heard that they sell an interesting array of collector books. You pause at the entrance with hesitation, not knowing whether you should call the guards, or say hello. Behind the counter stands a huge, brutish Orsimer. Has he killed the bookseller? Is he a common bandit, or was it some old argument which got tragically settled at this unfortunate moment? Only a second later you notice the Orc is wearing pretty clean, civilised attire, and when he greets you his words are smooth and educated, even though his accent and booming voice still sends shivers down your spine. Could it be that he is the owner of this shop? It certainly is not a great sign for a discerning reader. After all you're not so much after fighting manuals, or latest weapon catalogues. All you need is a few elegant books that will look presentable on your new piece of furniture.
Sheepishly you approach the Orsimer, clearing your throat when his voice shatters your eardrums again:
- Why, stranger! I've just received a new delivery of titles just waiting for that special customer who not only knows how to read, but also has enough septims to appreciate a good jacket. Something tells me you are exactly the type.

If you decide to call the guards, go to page 5

If you keep poker face, go to page 218

If you want to have a closer look, go to page 49307.