Dear Nameless Citizen,
I'm writing to you in response to the request I received from you some time ago and the letters following it asking why I had not yet written back.
First let me explain something that you don't seem to be grasping;
I slay dragons for a living, with the occasional giant or gang of bandits when the bounty is high enough. This is as you might have guessed, a dangerous and grueling task and I am very seldom at home to read letters sent to me by people I have never met. So, please keep this in mind the next time you decide to waste money on a courier and try to limit yourself to sending one message rather than two dozen.
Secondly I'd like to point something out that may have slipped your notice;
I SLAY DRAGONS FOR A LIVING.
If you look closely, you may note that nowhere in the above sentence are the words "retrieve" "necklace" "cave" or "falmer". The reason they do not appear is because I'm bloody well not going to go climb into the earth looking for an object I've never seen, that is tiny and likely not worth as much as you think it is, facing falmer and ancient dwemer machinery, just because you want me to. With the money you'd have to pay me to even consider such a job, you could replace that necklace hundreds of times over. Honestly, you probably could have replaced it several times by now with the money you've used to send all these blasted letters.
So just so we're clear, I will not go and get this necklace for you. Not now, not next month, not a year from now, not twenty years from now. Unless by some divine sense of twisted humor, your necklace ends up around a dragon's neck, I'm not retrieving it for you.
~ Seriously stop sending me letters,
The Dragonborn