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Kwint leaves a note to sell Dared's house back to the Urguan government.

Kwint leaves Dizzy's figurative heart in a jar by Dizzy's door.

Kwint takes Kardel's mushroom and stuffs it deep in his beard. "T'ank ye, farewell me friend." He turns to Balek. "T'ank ye as well. Ah am just one of a long line o' Grand Merchants guud an' bad. Keep up yer guud work as lord."

Tog is still crying from when he stepped down from grand merchant

*Kwint dabs Tog's tears with a handkerchief before passing through Arkon's gate*

"Oi am sad tae see 'im go.. Bu' atleas' nae taxes eh?! Parteh toime!"

*Kwint leaves Grand Merchant Dwain a note to double Dared's taxes*

Former Grand Merchant Kwint Irongut gathers his belongings. A long journey lies before him. He find his clan.

Kwint first turns to Dwain and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Guud luck once again wit' yer new position. Ah'm sure ya'll do a fione job."

Next he gives his father Gamle a small hug. "Don't worry," Kwint says. "Ah'll beh practicin' meh beardmanceh on the way."

He then speaks to the Irongut clan for a final farewell. "Ah shall beh gone fer a long while, a couple Elven months in all likeli'ood. On this journey I will discover more about meself..." Kwint chuckles. "And w'o knows? Per'aps Ah'll fiond love along the way." He pauses, tears in his eyes. "Farewell, me kin. Ah will return."

Kwint leaves Arkon, and the next period of his life begins.

"Okeh," Kwint says. "Let's 'ope t'is king goes better t'en teh last 'un."

Former Grand Merchant Kwint hands Dwain the key to the Urguan treasury. "Guud luck, me friend. Use yer new power well."

"Do ya t'ink some o' t'ose tears could beh imported in?" Kwint asks.

"Tax discount?" Kwint laughs at this.

Kwint makes his decision on who is plans to vote for.

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"Better me eh?" Kwint shakes his head, crossing Bardel off his list of friends. "Guud speech t'ough."

I can count gold as good as any one of my clansmen, even the recent Grand Merchant kwint! 

"Hmmm... Ah wouldn't beh so sure about t'at." Kwint smiles,"But ya 'ave meh vote unless someone else proves to be incredibly promising."

"Teh economy must be supported in a time like this. Someone needs teh beh chosen, sooner rat'er t'en later," Kwint says.

"Ah suspect 'e will return," Kwint says. The kind dwedmar Kwint is, he puts Dizzy's figurative heart in a jar until he comes back.

"Teh speech is convincing," Kwint says. "but teh title of 'emperor' as you say, seems, to me, to be lined wit' greed."

You will always be loved.

"It is nae yer time yet Fimlin, but who knows wut teh future 'olds?" Kwint tells him.

"'is words are true," Kwint says. "Teh corruption must beh pushed back."

Dwain rubs his beard. He must consult his clansmen

"Ya do not rub a beard, ya stroke it. If ya want to beh Grand Merchant ya better get yer act together."

"Night Dermin Oz Kraviil me kin, Nighi Dermin Oz Kraviil."

((Bring Greed to Death))

Dwarven Civil War?

"Ah fioght fer teh King wit' teh longer beard."

"Ah'm tellin' ya," Kwint tells his drinking buddies. "As soon as Ah resign, everythin' crumbles. T'ere is no denying it."