Me | Who are you? | |
Ehnim | My name is Ehnim. I'm one of the field hands. | |
Ehnim | And the half-pint over there is my brother Egill. | |
Ehnim | We've been working here on the farm for Akil for several years. | |
Me | How's the field work going? | |
Ehnim | Do you want to help? There's another hoe back there. Grab it and then head for the field. | |
Ehnim | You just have to make sure the field raiders don't surprise you. They'll tear your arm right off with one bite. | |
Me | Why don't you do anything about the field raiders? | |
Ehnim | I've killed more of them than I can count. The only problem is, they keep coming back. | |
Me | Your brother told me the same. | |
Ehnim | What? That goldbricker? He always disappears just as soon as the beasts come onto our land. | |
Ehnim | He shouldn't be talking such nonsense. | |
Me | Your brother thinks you're a braggart. | |
Ehnim | What? He's actually got the nerve to say that? | |
Ehnim | He'd better watch out or I'll teach him a lesson. | |
Ehnim | Go and tell him that. | |
Me | I think the two of you should just relax. | |
Ehnim | The bastard didn't give in, am I right? | |
Ehnim | I'll tear out his guts. Tell him that. | |
Me | Why don't you tell him yourself? | |
Ehnim | I'll do that. | |
Me | Do whatever you want. I'm leaving. | |
Ehnim | Yeah, just slink off quietly. | |
Ehnim | Do you want to cause even more trouble? I think it would be better if you left now. | |
Ehnim | You're STILL here. | |
Me | Obviously. Still miffed? | |
Ehnim | Never mind, forget about it. Say, have you been to Lobart's farm lately? | |
Me | Maybe. Why? | |
Ehnim | Oh, nothing important. I just wanted to talk to Vino again about his still. | |
Me | Vino is dead. | |
Ehnim | Oh dear. Well. That's that, then. | |
Me | Still? What still? | |
Ehnim | Oh. I probably shouldn't have said that. Vino's always been very particular about his little secret. | |
Ehnim | Whatever, now I've let it slip out anyway. Back in the woods, Vino set up a secret still. | |
Ehnim | A while ago, he asked me to get him something to grease his portcullis with. | |
Ehnim | It's rained a lot recently and the thing rusted shut on him. Now the winch is stuck and no one can get in any more. What a mess. | |
Me | And? Have you got the grease? | |
Ehnim | Yeah, sure. The best there is. Molerat fat. Terrible stuff, let me tell you. It's even used to grease ship's cannons. | |
Me | Sell me the grease. | |
Ehnim | That won't be cheap, mate. It's damn rare in this part of the country. | |
Me | How much? | |
Ehnim | Mmh. 100 gold coins? | |
Me | It's a deal. | |
Ehnim | All right. Here you go. | |
Ehnim | (to himself) Oh dear. Vino's going to kill me. | |
Ehnim | Damnit, where did it go? What a bloody nuisance. Well, sorry. Obviously, I don't have it any more. Here's your dough back. | |
Ehnim | I bet this is my brother's doing again. That bastard. | |
Ehnim | Now isn't that swell. First you make a big deal of it and then you don't even have the money. Just beat it. | |
Me | That's too much. | |
Ehnim | Okay, okay. 70 gold coins, then. But that's my final offer. | |
Me | That's still too much. | |
Ehnim | (angry) Then forget about it. Have a nice day. | |
Me | I've got no time right now. | |
Ehnim | Don't let me keep you, man. | |
Ehnim | I don't have any time now. | |