Online:Brelan Neloren

Brelan Neloren
Location	Sadrith Mora
Race	Dark Elf	Gender	Male
Reaction	Friendly
Other Information
Faction(s)	House Telvanni

Brelan Neloren

Brelan Neloren is a Dark Elf member of House Telvanni at Sadrith Mora. You'll first encounter him in Eraven Onthim's chambers.

Related Quests

• A Hireling of House Telvanni: Help Sun-in-Shadow earn her freedom.

Dialogue

As you approach him, he'll exclaim:

Brelan Neloren : "And who might you be?"

Speak to him and he'll say:

"Master Eraven is away on business. Has been for some time, in fact. I know a prowler when I see one. What do you want?"

I'm just looking around.

"No one just wanders into a Council Mouth's office looking around. I should report you.
What are you really after? And do be honest. We've already wasted enough time here."

I'm looking for a letter.

"Ah, the one about Zaintiraris, is it?
Well, I could call the guard and be about my day, but I am a Telvanni, after all. We don't turn away an opportunity when it presents itself. Perhaps you could help me with a problem I've run into."

What did you have in mind?

"It's a matter of literature, or lack thereof.
I wrote a poem, you see—a cloying, drunken mess of a poem. The post delivered it to my darling Ethrandora just this morning. If you get it away from her, the letter is yours."

That seems fair. Where is Ethrandora?

"She spends most of her time in the study, here in the Council Hall. She's very diligent. Always leaning over one book or another. And the way she licks her thumb when she turns the pages …. Sorry.
You'll find her in the study. Yes."

Why is it so important to get the poem back? It doesn't seem like a big deal.

"The poem's terrible! Plus, if word got to my parents that I'd been courting a Wood Elf, I'd be written out of the will. Repeatedly. With red ink.
Then there's also the possibility of blackmail."

Blackmail? Over a poem? Really?

"Why do you think Ethrandora keeps it on her?
She knows that if Master Eraven gets wind of this, he might dismiss me from his service. Clever minx. Working for a Council Mouth is a fine occupation, f'lah. I can't risk losing it."

Why did you send her the poem in the first place?

"She's such a pretty, dainty thing. Not at all like those other scrawny acorn-elves.
Add a half bottle of shein to a lusty heart and you wind up with some very poor decisions."

"Sorry, friend. We have nothing else to discuss. If you want this letter, you'll have to bring back that poem."

Complete the task and return to him:

Brelan Neloren : "I hope this is good news."

"Well? Did you get my poem?"

I have it.

"Quick, give it here! Phew. What a relief.
All right, f'lah, I'm going to burn this embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't leave Master Eraven's correspondence box unlocked. That would be careless in the extreme. Farewell!"

Hide the ink when next you drink!

or:

A fair trade, a poem for a letter.

As he leaves the room he'll say:

Brelan Neloren : "Good riddance to bad writing."