Quendan Sandström
Ah, you’re back!
Well, hello there, new faces!
Is there anything of interest in town?
Well, it’s not strictly in town, but a bit outside, near the hot springs. They say there’s an old tower there. The whole area is one gigantic swamp, but even so, there’s a mage been living there for years now. Doesn’t want to be disturbed, probably.
What do you think, might the Holberkians have something to do with the orc uprising?
Who? The Holberkians? - Get serious!
Do you know the rat-catcher?
You know, I’ve met him once, by chance. - Didn’t even recognize him at first. I’d always thought that’d have to be a strange fellow, crawling about below ground all the time. - But he looked quite normal. Goes to show, doesn’t it?
Say, what about those strange creatures supposed to be living below ground?
Oh please! That’s one those scary stories mothers tell their children to get them to eat their meals. Tell them often enough and they start to believe in them themselves!
What about the guild and its tradesmaster?
Well, they keep assaulting the guards, but apart from that there’s nothing new to tell.
Have you heard of someone named Tarik?
Yes, but I won’t have anything to do with that fellow!
Could you tell us something about the judge?
Why don’t you ask the captain of the guards. The two of them are like that.
Amazing, how dry your throat gets, talking! I certainly could use another ale, now. To your health!
Enough talk! Let’s drink. Here’s to your health!
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