| Me | Well, kiddo? | |
| Till | That's no way for a farmhand to talk to me - just how often do I have to remind you? | |
| Me | Are you in charge here? | |
| Till | (intimidated) Eh. No, I'm only Sekob's son. But once my old man is no longer with us, then all the land you can see here will belong to me. | |
| Me | Amazing! | |
| Me | I'm not a field hand. | |
| Till | And what do you want here? We have nothing. So you can just leave right now. | |
| Me | Is that how you always treat your field workers? | |
| Till | Of course - they need that. Whoever doesn't toe the line here gets thrashed, that's the way it goes. | |
| Me | I need to talk to your father. | |
| Till | He hasn't got time. But I'm his deputy. What can I help you with? | |
| Me | By introducing me to your father. | |
| Till | You're a real tough guy and a good fighter, huh? | |
| Me | The best. | |
| Till | I think maybe I'd better get him then. | |
| Me | Never mind, boy. I'll find him, I'm sure. | |
| Till | If you say so. | |
| Me | So what do you do when you're not busy playing ruler of the farm? | |
| Till | Stand guard. | |
| Till | The filthy militiamen from the city are coming onto our land more and more often and stealing everything they can get their hands on. | |
| Till | Only last week the bastards were here, and they just took some of our sheep. | |
| Till | If I could get my hands on one of them, I'd make short work of him. | |
| Me | But of course! | |
| Me | Why don't the mercenaries help you against the militia? | |
| Till | Before they even get warmed up, I've long since driven them off. | |
| Me | There's this guy who demands a toll from every passer-by, claiming HE's the farmer. | |
| Till | (sheepish) Eh. Yes. I know. That's Bronco. He does whatever he wants. | |
| Till | Not that I haven't pounded it into him a thousand times that he should finally get back to work. | |
| Me | But? | |
| Till | He just doesn't do it. | |
| Till | My father is quite annoyed with me that I still haven't managed to persuade him to go back to work. | |
| Me | Maybe I can help you. | |
| Till | Do you mean that? Okay, listen, if you get Bronco to go back to work, I'll pay you, shall we say 10 gold pieces. What do you say? | |
| Me | I'll think about it. | |
| Till | Suit yourself. | |
| Me | All right. I'll see what I can do. | |
| Till | But hurry up about it. | |
| Me | I want more. | |
| Me | No problem. But I want more money. | |
| Till | All right. 20 gold pieces, then. | |
| Till | 30? | |
| Till | Maybe ... 50? | |
| Till | All right. 70? | |
| Till | Okay, okay! I'll give you 100 gold coins. But that's all I have. | |
| Me | Bronco is back at work. | |
| Till | Really? That's terrific. | |
| Me | Yes. And now I want my cash. | |
| Till | (hesitantly) Mmh. Well. Business is business, right? | |
| Till | Unfortunately, I don't have that much money. But I'm very grateful for your help. | |
| Me | Far away from home, are you? Daddy won't be able to help you here. | |
| Till | One of these days I'm going to shut your big mouth. | |
| Me | You loser, count yourself lucky if I let you keep your life. | |
| Till | Then just leave me alone. | |
| Me | Maybe you should eat more so you'll grow big and strong. | |
| Till | One day I'll show you. | |
| Me | You miserable little ... | |
| Till | Just go away. | |
| Me | Has anyone blown your nose for you today? | |
| Till | Leave me alone, you idiot. | |