Warehouse 17 at the port, one of the three warehouses rented by 'Wei Ling' Sea Trade, was closed at both doors, but inside it was brightly lit and bustling with noise.
"Finally, I can drink some liquor. Damn, I was drying up at sea, and the rotten booze from Scandinavia has a sour taste."
"When can we leave? If we delay any longer, the good girls in Copper Alley will be taken!"
"In such a hurry?"
"Of course, haven't touched a woman in dozens of days!"
"Weren't there a few good-looking women among the Skyrim cargo? I think there was even a noble lady; head scolded us after messing around, you didn't go?"
"Skyrim people are too rugged; I prefer someone smaller, my hands are relatively small."
"No wonder you went to Copper Alley..."
