Me | What are you guarding? | |
Gerold | The prisoners. | |
Me | And who is that? | |
Gerold | A few convicts and the mercenary Gorn. A tough guy - strong as an ox. | |
Gerold | It took four men to bring him into custody. | |
Me | Can you let me into the dungeon? | |
Gerold | No. NO ONE may enter the dungeon. That goes for EVERYONE. For you, for Milten and for everybody else. | |
Gerold | This isn't some tavern where you can go in and out as you please. Remember that. | |
Me | Can't you make an exception for me? | |
Gerold | No. | |
Me | And what if I pay you gold? | |
Gerold | ... hm ... | |
Gerold | No. | |
Me | I have a note here for one of the prisoners. Can you pass it on? | |
Gerold | Hm ... in principle, I don't see why not. Who's this message for then? | |
Me | For Gorn. | |
Gerold | A very important prisoner. I don't think Garond would agree to that. But if it's important to you, we can certainly come to an agreement. | |
Me | What do you want? | |
Gerold | Our food rations are being reduced steadily. I want something decent to eat for a change. | |
Gerold | Get me a tasty sausage and a fresh loaf of bread - and some sweet honey. | |
Gerold | And a bottle of wine to go with it ... Yeah, that should do. You should be able to manage that. So, come back when you have the stuff. | |
Me | I've got something for you. The food you wanted. | |
Gerold | Good, give me the grub. Do you have the message? | |
Me | Yes, here. Remember, it's for Gorn. | |
Gerold | Come back tomorrow, he'll have received the message by then. | |
Gerold | Come back when you have the stuff I want. | |
Me | Did Gorn receive the message? | |
Gerold | Yeah, I'm supposed to tell you from him: | |
Me | And? | |
Gerold | It's at the south gate. | |
Me | Did he say anything else? | |
Gerold | No. No idea what that's supposed to mean. Do you know what it means? | |
Me | Perhaps. But you shouldn't think about it too much. | |
Gerold | Yes, that may be better. | |
Gerold | No, not yet. Come back later. | |
Me | Set Gorn free. That's an order from Commander Garond. | |
Gerold | I've already been informed. Here's the key, you can go in. | |
Me | Don't you ever sleep? | |
Gerold | No. Innos himself grants me the strength never to need sleep. | |
Me | All quiet? | |
Gerold | Quiet, yes. | |
Me | But? | |
Gerold | My navel's rubbing against my backbone, man. Garond cut the food rations again. | |
Gerold | If I don't get a decent meal down my throat, then I'm going to bite Garond's fat ass. | |
Me | Maybe I could give you something. | |
Gerold | Are you crazy? Certainly not here. If one of the others sees, I'll have a ton of new friends, if you know what I mean. | |
Gerold | You can find me in the magician's temple when everyone else has retired. | |
Gerold | Quick, follow me to the magician's temple before the others come out of their holes. I don't want to wait until tomorrow. | |
Gerold | There's hardly anyone in the temple at this time anyway. I'll wait for you there. | |
Gerold | But just don't show up with dry bread or some raw hunk of meat, got it? | |
Me | Not my problem. | |
Gerold | You can talk. Garond certainly won't cut your rations. | |
Gerold | Even if he won't admit it, he's scared shitless and he sees you as his only salvation. | |
Gerold | That's enough. That's enough. With that I'll be fine for a while. | |
Gerold | Here's my gold. I can't buy anything for it out here in any case, so you might as well have it. | |
Gerold | I'd better go then, before somebody sees us. | |
Gerold | Sure. Give it here. Do you have more? | |
Gerold | Yeah. More, more! | |
Gerold | There you are. So, what is it now? Do you have anything to eat for me? | |
Me | I don't have anything right now. | |
Gerold | First you make such a big deal out of it and now you want to trick me? | |
Me | That's all I have. | |
Gerold | And I'm supposed to believe that? All right, better than nothing. Here's a bit of gold for it. | |
Gerold | Well. I need to get back to my post. | |
Me | What about a juicy hunk of cheese? | |
Me | A piece of sausage? | |
Me | I could give you this ham. | |
Me | A chunk of meat? | |
Me | A good soup would hit the spot, don't you think? | |
Me | Still hungry? | |
Gerold | If the orcs attack again, not even a full belly will help me. | |
Gerold | That must be a joke. I'm stuffed. Thanks again. | |
Gerold | Yeah. But thanks for your help anyway. | |
Gerold | It's all right, Master. | |
Gerold | Beat it! | |