I say, you’re not from this part of the coast, are you?
I say, it’s you! How are things?
Is there anything of interest to see in this town?
Well now, that’s a matter of opinion! It seems that all the action in this town is below ground these days, you know. If you can believe what people say, there are more folk walking about down in the sewers than up on the streets.
Would you say the Holberkians are involved with the orc uprising?
I say, no. The Holberkians are trading with the orcs, because everybody else is afraid of the blackpelts. What interest could the Holberkians have in the orcs conquering the Svellt valley?
Say, do you know the rat-catcher?
Heavens, no. Why would you want to meet him?
The man moves a bit away from you:
Have you picked the wrong inn to stay, or what? I say!
Do you think there are monsters in the sewers?
I say, monsters? There is quite a lot of things going on in the sewers lately, I know. The guild is wandering about down there, the guards are patroling them, and the rat-cacher is thoroughly at home in its tunnels… But I haven’t heard anything about monsters down there, not yet I haven’t!
Do you know something about the guild and its tradesmaster?
I say, now, the guild. I do think that Ui Chearghail is up to something big. It’s been awful quiet about the guild lately. It’s the quiet before the storm, is what I say.
Would you know someone called Tarik?
I say, doesn’t everybody? Mind you, the man is difficult to judge: better to keep your distance!
Could you give us some information about the judge?
I say, no! I haven’t had any dealings with the judge, and I’d like to keep it that way.
I say, have a nice day!
I say, I haven’t come here to talk, you know. Let us quaff some pints, there’s some good chaps.