A young woman opens the door. When she sees you, she pales:
Y-you? W-what d-do you w-want from m-me?
With a calming gesture, [NAME] answers:
We just have a few questions…
Composed, the woman is facing you:
Well then? What do you want to know?
Yes? What is it?
Is there anything out of the ordinary around here?
Pirates, if you’re prepared to call that out of the ordinary! It’s not, as if we hadn’t had those before around here!
Do you believe the Holberkians are instigating the orc uprising?
I wouldn’t put it past them. Once a blackpelt, always a blackpelt!
Do you know the rat-catcher at all?
No, I haven’t run across him yet, praise the Twelve!
Do you believe there are monsters beneath the ground?
No, I don’t really think so. If there were, they’d have gotten the rat-catcher long ago!
Do you know anything about the guild and the tradesmaster?
Ui Chearghail is a nice fellow. I don’t believe he’s betrayed the town. I’m sure that was a frame-up by the other merchants to get him out of their way.
Do you know Tarik?
Eh…? No!
And what’s your opinion of the judge?
I wouldn’t like to get involved with him.
The second you’re out, the woman bolts the door!
Goodbye!
I must get back…
The second you’re outside, the woman bolts the door!
I must get back… Goodbye!
A young woman opens the door. When she sees you, she pales:
Y-you? Aren’t you the K-k-k…? W-what do you w-want from me?
With a calming gesture, [NAME] answers:
We just have a few questions…
The woman sees her chance - as [NAME] prepares to ask the first question, she disappears inside and slams the door shut. You hear bolts being closed, then a pair of eyes appears behind a spyhole.
The woman asks you what it’s like to murder someone. Apparently now, that she feels safe, she get’s a thrill from meeting a gang of murderers. She’s probably feeling a pleasant chill as she speaks.
After a while you give up in frustration, as there is obviously no way to conduct a reasonable conversation with her.