| Hrolvar Hall Steward |
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|---|---|---|---|
| Home City | Marbruk | ||
| Store | Fighters Guild | ||
| Race | Breton | Gender | Male |
| Health | 39,959 | ||
| Reaction | Friendly | ||
| Vendor | |||
| Store Type | Hall Steward | ||
| Other Information | |||
| Faction(s) | Fighters Guild | ||
Hrolvar is a Breton hall steward of the Marbruk Fighters Guild.
DialogueEdit
If you're not part of the guild, he can sign you up.
- "Hello! Do you have business for the Guild?"
- The guild?
- "The Fighters Guild! You should consider joining us. Our new guildmaster is an Argonian, Sees-All-Colors. She has us all working to a singular purpose. We're hunting down the Daedra and their damned Anchors. Hard fights."
- Anchors?
- "Enormous chains descend from the sky! A passage opens to Oblivion, and Daedra boil out to lay waste to the countryside. I don't know who started calling them Daedric Anchors, but Mauloch knows it fits."
- What's the reward?
- "Hah! Good question. We train our members in special techniques. And the higher-ups are always looking for motivated members to help with special projects. Colors herself might even have a task for you someday."
- I'm ready to join up.
- "Then let me be the first to officially welcome you as a comrade in arms of the Fighters Guild! Get out there! And take the fight to the Daedra!"
- Thank you.
Otherwise, he greets you.
- "Greetings, comrade!"
