Well met, ye must be newly arrived, are ye not?
Well met, are ye cruising the taverns agin, then?
Is there anything interesting to be seen around here?
Now the dwarves, they hae’ dug a few shafts no far from here. Nothing special aboot that, ye’d say, if this weren’t so close to the briny. Sure everyone knew from the start that mine would no bring in the profit, but the dwarves keep digging awa’. There’s a lot o’talk aboot it, because nay one can think of a proper reason for it.
Do you think the Holberkians could have anything to do with the orc uprising?
Nay, they’re harmless!
Do you know the rat-catcher, by any chance?
Wha’, do I look like I’d spend my time wi’ ratters?
Do you believe there are monsters underground?
Ah now, ten ogres could no drag me down the sewers. Why, half the town must be congregating down there be now: the guild, the guards, adventurers, and the ratter. Who’d notice a monster or two in that crowd?
Let’s talk about that guild and its tradesmaster.
The guild or the guard, tha’ is the question. Now, if it was me who had tae decide, Ui Chearghail would be leading this town.
Do you know one Tarik?
Do I really look as if I’d deal wi’ scum like that?
Maybe you could tell us something about the judge?
There’s a real man, now! Everything he does is on solid ground! And such a looker, tae boot!
Sure, sure, don’t let me bother ye!
Don’t ye ever stop asking questions?! Le’ me have some air to breathe.