Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[whistles]
-That's quite all right. -It's the least I can do.
It's murky. It makes no sense.
[gulping]
She will reward you handsomely if you help me.
-You're never gonna win, boy! -Five against.
I'd understand if you said no.
[blacksmith] There's always the Narrows
[Mirana] How many types have you slain?
[speaking Elven] Chagu. Chagu.
Ah! [grunts]
Maybe not all of it.
Old family remedy. Drink it all.
[grunts]
Ugh.
Tell me where to find them.
[closing theme music]
I know many things.
[heavy breathing]
[epic music]
Do what you like with her.
I know who you are and who wants you dead,
Sorry, Davion. Coin or nothing.
-I don't see your little friend. -Hunting.
Finder of lost, precious things.