“It is better to foolish with vigour, than to be timid in wisdom! There is no value in the sharpening of a blade, if you have not sharpened your mind first! What use is the finest sword, to a man who lacks the stomach to strike?! Grant a fool the bluntest steel and a scholar the most keen, and see who slays a thousand men before the other is able to bring an end to one!”

“What page of the Book of Circles did you get that one from, old Crown?” As you call out to him, Ulbazar's head swivels to face you, yet the sword balanced on top of it hardly sways at all.

“Eight hundred and sixty-two, Maxims of the Sixth Day. Have you come to hear the truths of Hunding, young Naruq, or have you been asked to rid the Forebears of me once more, in the same way that they might ask you to swat a fly?” Though his body is willowy and increasingly frail, every word that leaves Ulbazar's mouth is spoken with strength. You're still not sure if his confidence is born of madness or experience. In the end, it doesn't matter – he is technically disturbing the peace and it is your duty to do something about it.

>Don't do anything about him. The last patrol didn't waste their time trying to move him on, nor should you. Just give him the usual warning and let him continue with his chanting.
>Bribe him into moving on. The bowl he has laid out for alms is almost empty, perhaps he can be convinced to leave the road behind in exchange for a little charity from you.
>Stay a while and listen. He won't have to bother the world with his bellowing if he's lecturing you and you alone. Besides, the old man might enjoy the company. You might too.
>Order him to disturbing the peace. You need some sort of threat to make him comply – tell him that if he doesn't shut up and leave the roadside, you'll have to confiscate his sword.
>Take him into custody. Honestly, he's better off in a cell than roasting beneath the Hammerfell sun, even at this time of year. You'd be doing the mad old fart a kindness.