| Me | How's it going? | |
| Juan | What do you want? Have you got anything to say to me? If not, you can just go away. | |
| Juan | Otherwise my friend will make mincemeat of you. So what is it? | |
| Me | They say you have some interesting wares to offer... | |
| Juan | So what. Esteban wants to jerk me around, eh? I do all the work and hide away here for days in this miserable hole... | |
| Juan | ...and he just sends someone to fetch the stuff? I'm not a warehouse! | |
| Me | Yeah, and? That isn't my problem. | |
| Juan | But I'm MAKING it your problem. You want the delivery - fine, you can pay for it! | |
| Juan | Get the gold from Esteban or Raven or I don't know where. I don't care. Whoever wants these goods will pay for them! | |
| Me | I don't come from Esteban! | |
| Juan | Oh? Well then... eh ... Just a moment! Hold still for a bit, you have a critter on your shoulder. | |