Me | Hello, beautiful maid. | |
Babera | Stop trying to sweet-talk me, boy. Tell me what you want. I'm busy. | |
Me | How's the field work coming? | |
Babera | Look at these huge fields we have to work, and you know how it's coming. | |
Babera | Are you looking for farm work? | |
Me | Maybe. | |
Babera | In that case, you should go and see our farmer Sekob, the old slave-driver. Maybe he's got something for you. | |
Babera | Of course, you could also try Onar's farm at the end of the long road. | |
Babera | But beware of the mercenaries. They don't take to strangers. | |
Me | No. Actually, I want to become a mercenary. | |
Babera | Then you're wrong here. You can usually find the mercenaries on the landowner's farm. | |
Me | Say, the nasty fellow over there ... | |
Babera | That's Bronco. What about him? | |
Me | Is that your farmer? | |
Babera | (laughs) Is that what he told you? Sekob is our farmer. Bronco is nothing but a layabout and ne'er-do-well. But strong as an ox. | |
Babera | That's why nobody says anything when he doesn't work. | |
Babera | He fears no one except for you mercenaries. | |
Babera | The only people who could get him to work are the mercenaries. He's afraid of them. | |
Me | Where's Rosi? | |
Babera | She couldn't stand it here any longer and went north, into the woods. | |
Me | And apart from that? | |
Babera | I'm busy. | |