Sailmaker
Class: Male, Human, Craftsman, Thorwaler
I won’t be employing anyone till the end of the month.
In the middle of a big room, a man is sitting at a table working on a piece of sailcloth.
When you enter, he barely looks at you before he snarls: “I won’t be employing anyone till the end of the month.”“Let’s have some respect here!”
“End of what month? The way you’re working…”
“Beg pardon, but the store foreman sent us.”
“What is it with you?”
“Could you believe we’re dangerous?”
“If you don’t know, who does?” Calm down, the store foreman sent us.”
“The foreman can go take a running jump. You tell him that!”
“One more reason to give you a beating now.”
“Whatever you say, gramps.”
“Don’t be a fool, my man.”
“Couldn’t we avoid that?”
“Get out then! I don’t want anything to do with that devil.”
“Big words for a lowly tailor.”
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, man.”
“I thought he was your superior?”
“I’m getting a mighty urge to beat you lot black and blue!”
“I’ll show you what I think of the foreman and his boot lickers!”
“You’ve made enough trouble here, keeping me from my work and all.
Get out, before I turn nasty.”
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