Inspector: Good day to you!
Player: Erm... Hello.
Inspector: Quite a nice day, isnt'it? That's why I like Morrowind - its weather is completely unique!
Player: Who are you?
Inspector: Oh, haven't I introduced myself? What a shame. I am the inspector of the East Empire Trade Company. By the way, haven't you seen any layers of minerals nearby?

*Different ways of dialogue*

Player: Erm... Minerals?
Inspector: Yes, minerals! Ebonit, copper, iron - everything will do.
Player: That's why you are here? In search for minerals?
Inspector: Yes, yes, exactly!

Player: What can you possibly inspect in such a wild place?
Inspector: Minerals, of course!

Inspector: Company is searching for the new layers, so that we could set up another shift or two. Empire always needs more resources, and the Company provides it.

Player: And if you build another shift, what about the locals?
Inspector: Oh, the Company will pay them for all the troubles. Besides, they can work in a shift - we wouldn't deny another pair of working hands.
Player: But if they DON'T WANT to have a shift on their lands?
Inspector: Bwah! Company will find a way to claim this ground if we find something here. And the locals must be happy - civilization is coming to them with our workers!

*Different ways of dialogue*

Player: You're right. Wildlings must be thankful for people who make these lands civilized.
Inspector: I like the way you're thinking, my friend! If only we had more people like you, our work'd have advanced much faster.
Player: Well, good luck in your search. *End*

Player: Do you really think Empire has the right to interfere? Dunmers lived quite well without your shifts and soldiers on their sacred lands.
Inspector: What a nonsence! They are uncivilized and superstitious barbarians who cannot understand the price of a gift we give them! I thought better of you, but you're just another fool unable to submit the might of Empire!

*Different ways of dialogue*

Player: All right, I am leaving. *End*

Player: Empire never understood Morrowind and it never will. Neither do you, old moron.
Inspector: Say it again, filthy animal, and I'll cut off your empty head.

*Different ways of dialogue*
Player: Whatever. Enjoy digging in the ground. *End*

Player: Pathetic. Old. Moron.
Inspector: Son of a... Die! *battle*