Street

Suddenly, [NAME] notices %d [N] silver crowns missing from [NAME] purse. Only now do you remember the fellow who bumped into you some minutes ago…

Somehow, %d [N] silver crowns are missing from [NAME]’s purse. Could that half starved vagabond who was staring at you in such a strange manner back there have anything to with it? He’s long gone by now, of course.

Maybe [NAME] should start taking better care of that purse since there are %d [N] silver crowns missing from it. Must have been that smallish fellow with the beady eyes, whom you noticed staring at you before. Too bad you can’t seem to find him now…

You just can’t trust anyone cross-eyed! It must have been that shifty fellow lingering about at that street corner who’s about to spend [NAME]’s %d [N] silver crowns now!
yep, the street corner is deserted now, small wonder.

Hey! Wasn’t that a tug at your purse just now? [NAME] just barely catches a glimpse of a hand being snatched back and some fellow taking off fast.

Well now! Someone seems to be getting overly fond of [NAME]’s purse! Realizing that you’re onto him, he tries to run away, of course!

That hand in [NAME]’s purse is definitely not one of [NAME]! What is it doing down there anyway? And why is that guy running away like that?

Someone tries to rob [NAME]! But when you notice him, the guy turns and runs.

“Eh oh, oh eh!”

“Surely he’s not allowed to do that!”

“Why is he doing that?”

“Why? What is this all about?”

“Stop, thief!!!”

“Keep your hands to yourself, you swine!”

“Just what do you think your doing, ratface?”

“Don’t you ever try that again!”

“After him!”

“You’re going to regret this!”

“Stop and face the music! We’ll get you anyway!”

“Get him!”

Yeah well, he’s gone. Guess we’ll never see him again.

He’s long gone by the time you spring into action.

The would-be pickpocket disappears down an alley and is gone.

So much for him.

You pursue the guy, screaming at the top of your lungs as you chase him, not that anyone else takes any notice. When you turn the corner, he seems to have disappeared into thin air.

You are faster than he is, but he’s on familiar ground. Still, you catch up with him and [NAME] can grab his sleeve.
not much use unless you hold on to it though…

The guy is fast, I have to admit that, but your fury at being robbed makes you even faster, and in the end you chase him down a cul-de-sac.

With an enormous effort, the thief jumps the high wall blocking the passage. I guess one look at your angry faces was enough to make him try anything.

You, on the other hand, have your problems with the wall, and when you reach the other side of it, the fellow is gone.

You are running as fast as you can manage, but his fear seems to have given the miserable vagabond wings. You lose sight of him after a few minutes.

You try your best, but you don’t know your way around here. The cutpurse on the other hand seems to know the area like the back of his hand and loses you within minutes.

More or less by accident, [NAME] notices your purse is missing. None of you has any explanation for this.

[NAME] is missing something. But whether the missing item, your purse nonetheless, was lost or stolen, you cannot tell. None of you noticed anything to shed any light on the disappearance.

Somehow, [NAME] lost a purse of money, without anyone noticing it. There seem to be some very proficient thieves around here…

What’s gone is gone, including a purse [NAME] just noticed was missing. Whether it was a theft or plain clumsiness that lost the money, you have no way of telling.

It takes a while until [NAME] notices, and by then it is pretty much too late. The thief who just stole the purse has almost turned the corner.

[NAME] almost didn’t notice but you turn around just in time to see the cutpurse disappear into the crowd with your money.

By pure accident [NAME] turns around to see the thief nonchalantly walking away with your purse in his hand.

Would you believe it, someone just stole [NAME]’s purse! If that friendly lady by the curb hadn’t drawn your attention to it, you never would have gotten a glimpse of the culprit turning the corner.

“Have fun with it!”

“Have one on us!”

“Well done!”

“What gifted technique!”

“Unbelievable!”

“That’s daring for you.”

“What kind of place is this?”

“I don’t believe it.”

“We can still catch him!”

“You’ll regret this once i’ve got you!”

“We’ll get you for this!”

“Halt! You swine!”

Some pedestrians cast you approving glances.

You notice some people are very amused by your reactions.

Judging from their looks, you have caught the mood of a number of people around here.

Why are all those idiot dandies grinning like that?

Forget it.

no way.

I hope you didn’t seriously expect to catch a cutpurse on his home turf, did you now?

Yes, well, it was a nice try. But I guess you didn’t really expect anything beyond that now, did you?

There is a one-legged man sitting at a street corner, holding one hand out to you.
“Alms for the poor, in the name of travia!”

A figure dressed in rags suddenly appears right in front of you and sighs with a weak voice:
“Please, honorable strangers, save me from starving! The goddess shall reward you for it!”

“Alms! Alms for the poor! I shall pray to the gods to protect you for the rest of my miserable life!” a beggar calls out at you from a doorway.

A face marked by disease and starvation stares at you as you turn the corner. In those eyes you can see all the pain of the world. Slowly, an open palm appears from the rags.

“Git! Peasants!”

“Phew, you stink! Get out of my sight!”

“Beat it and stop bothering us!”

“You are an offense to my senses. Go away!”

“We haven’t got anything.”

“We’d like to, honest, but right now…”

“Sorry, but we’re short of cash ourselves.”

“Forgive us, but we have nothing to give.”

“Take this gold coin and go in peace.”

“Do us the honor of accepting this ducat.”

“Take this gold, you poor soul.”

“This one ducat is all we can afford.”

“Thank you very much! May the gods smooth the road before you!”

“Thank you, honorable travellers, thank you so much.”

The beggar stammers his thanks and limps away with tears of joy in his eyes.

You can still hear him ask the twelve to bless you from three blocks away.

“Be gone!”

“Git! Git!! Git!!!”

“Oh no, not again!”

“You know your problem? You don’t want to work!”

“I just had all my money stolen.”

“We’re not giving you anything.”

“Can’t you do anything but bother people?”

“We gave our last coin to a colleague of yours.”

“You shall have your ducat.”

“Take this ducat, for travia’s sake.”

“This gold is yours, my good man.”

“Very well, take this piece of gold.”

As if miraculously cured, the beggar jumps up to get away. As he sees you stare at him with an astonished expression, he grins.
“Trick of the trade.”

Suddenly, the expression of pain disappears from his face and he grins at you.
“Did you like my performance?”

A knowing grin flashes across the man’s face as he rises from the ground in a sudden display of health.
“Got to make a living somehow.”

Immediately, all the dreariness of poverty disappears and he grins at your surprised faces.
“Everybody works according to their talents,” he explains.

“No such thing as a free lunch, except in my case. But since you’re obviously just passing through maybe I can help you out a little.
“[HINT]”

“But you should profit from this as well.
“[HINT]”

“Still, you scratch my back and all that so you might be interested to know.
“[HINT]”

“Still, nothing is free in this life except death, and that costs your life. But maybe you can profit from some knowledge.
“[HINT]”

A child stops in front of you and stares at your weapons with big, round eyes.
“Whoa, that’s a big sword you’ve got!”

A small boy runs after you, screaming as if demons were after him.
“Wait up! There’s something important i’ve got to tell you!” on catching up to you, he smiles at [NAME] and says:
“Your shoes are undone!”

Without warning, you are bombarded with horse manure. You can just see some children duck behind a wall. When you reach it, a pair of large, innocent eyes greet you.
“Alrik ran thataway,” a girl tells you and points at a doorway. Those eyes could not be capable of such devious practical jokes, so it must be someone else crying out at your backs:
“Yeecchh, you are dirty!”

A child comes running up to you.
“You want to know what I dreamt?” he crows.
“I dreamt someone buried a large sword in the orcish lands, right where… coming, mommy!”

A man with a large wheel divided into sections inscribed with amounts of money comes up to you. “Want to buy a vowel?”

An unmoving figure sits behind an improvised table and only shows signs of being alive when you stop right in front of him.
“Would you like to buy some first class shoelaces?”

A man with a large box under one arm pushes through the crowd and heads right for you.
“Just for you, I have got something special here: an all-purpose cheese slicer, “Rondra’s pride” brand! Cuts any sort of cheese or meat without ever becoming dull! Never needs sharpening!”

Suddenly, a man in front of you starts polishing “[NAME]’s” shoes and doesn’t stop until they shine.
“See this? That’s the work of “Blood bolt”, the miracle sponge! Guaranteed to get rid of any kind of dirt in no time! No orc slayer should leave home without it!”

“I don’t get it.”

“What use is it?”

“But that’s dangerous!”

“I can’t use that.”

“Quick, bring it to the temple of Hesinde!”

“This miracle must be of dwarvish manufacture.”

“And so many of them? You must be rich.”

“Thanks, we already have a dozen of them.”

“Grand, let’s have one!”

“I have to get one of those, whatever the cost!”

“I’ve spent years looking for something like that!”

“What luck! Quick, give me one!”

The man looks at you flabbergasted and disappears.

Slowly and with a fearful face, the merchant retreats, talking to you all the while in a calming voice.

Shocked, the man drops his merchandise. He collects his wares again frantically and runs away in a blind panic.

With an idiotic smile on his face the man collapses.

[NAME] steps in dog mess.

A young woman approaches, her face an expression of utter delight. She longingly spreads her arms towards [NAME].

When she looks at [NAME] face, she turns pale and stutters:
“I’ll never eat cheese toast again!” before falling unconscious.

A coach comes rumbling down the street at full speed, without care for the pedestrians in its way. They jump for their lives into doorways to avoid being crushed. The horses are foaming at the mouth and the driver appears to be mad.

You just about manage to jump aside in time. Only [NAME] remains standing in the middle of the street, shocked and unable to move.

Miraculously, the coach misses your comrade by a cat’s whisker. A pedestrian looks at [NAME] thoughtfully and states:
“Some luck must be with you today, huh?”

A sack of rice falls over on maraskan.

Another sack of rice falls over on maraskan.

A woman comes up to you and takes a long look at your weapons. After checking them quite thoroughly, she asks:
“Would you be interested in a magic sword? I have got one called “Solemar”. Would you like to have it?

You would? I thought so. Everybody around here does. But i’m afraid you’re too small for it.”

You notice a shooting star. Make a wish.

Someone empties a chamber pot out the window right above [NAME]. But that’s o.k.

All the sacks of rice on Maraskan stay upright.

Suddenly a bright comet passes overhead. A short time later, three Novadi on racing camels gallop through the streets, trying desperately to keep up with the shooting star. One of them drops a small box. A pedestrian takes it, opens it and throws it away, saying: “Not that stinking junk again.”

A very small fellow is dancing around a table containing a mass of floral arrangements. Even as you watch he starts coughing and falls down dead.

Cor! The stink is especially bad around here.

Or is that you?

A man, dressed in a long black cloak steps up to you, looks you over from head to toe and then slowly starts talking.
“You guys should go, fight the bloody orcs out there! It takes guys like you to save our lands. Haven’t you received the hetman’s word? He is desperately looking for heroes to seek the Blade of Destiny. Move it. Time is of the essence!”
speaking this he turns away and begins to walk away. After a couple of steps he turns back and adds.
“You can find hetman Tronde’s house in the west end of Thorwal!”
finally he leaves.

[NAME] misses [ITEM]!

[NAME] misses all [his/her] money!