Me | How are things? | |
Rod | (dismissively) What do YOU want from me, weenie? | |
Rod | Couldn't they find room for you in a monastery? | |
Me | Can you teach me how to handle two-handed weapons? | |
Rod | I'm not a bad fighter, but that doesn't mean I'm a good teacher. | |
Rod | Still, I think I can show you the basics of two-handed combat anyway. | |
Rod | That is, if you give me back my sword. | |
Rod | Listen, boy. It takes a lot of strength to wield a two-handed weapon. | |
Rod | Why don't you slink off to the pasture for a game of ring-around-a-rosy with the sheep? | |
Me | I want to improve my two-handed fighting skills! | |
Rod | You're getting better already. | |
Me | I want to join the mercenaries! | |
Rod | So what about handing me my sword back first, eh? | |
Rod | OK. I don't carry grudges. | |
Rod | You can fight, and that's what counts. | |
Rod | Most of the lads here think nothing of a little brawl among friends. You'll get used to that. | |
Rod | Oh well, you wield a decent sword. You'll learn the rest. | |
Rod | As far as I'm concerned, you're in. | |
Rod | There's no place for wimps around here! | |
Me | Looks like I'll have to teach you some manners, doesn't it? | |
Rod | Go ahead, give it a try! | |
Rod | You're just not going to learn this! | |
Me | I am strong enough! | |
Rod | Nonsense! You couldn't even LIFT a decent sword like mine! | |
Me | I said I AM strong enough! | |
Rod | Ooh, you're killing me. Want to risk a little bet? | |
Me | I bet I can handle your sword! | |
Rod | Really? Hmm... (thinking) How much should I relieve you of? | |
Rod | Well, you look like a poor sucker. Let's make it 30 gold pieces! Do you even have that much? | |
Me | No. | |
Rod | Oh, just go away. | |
Me | Sure. | |
Rod | Let me see, then ... | |
Me | Here! | |
Rod | (gloating) All right, let's see then how strong you are ... | |
Me | About this strong?! | |
Rod | (perplexed) Looks like you got me there. | |
Rod | I never expected that. You really don't look like you have that much strength in you. | |
Rod | Well - I guess I just lost 30 gold pieces. Here you are. | |
Me | I can't wield this weapon. | |
Rod | (laughs) That's what I'm saying! | |
Rod | And now give me back my weapon. | |
Me | Now where did I put it ... | |
Rod | That figures. Come back when you have gold to bet with. | |
Me | Here you are. | |
Rod | You're nothing but a wimp after all! | |
Me | I think not ... | |
Rod | (threatening) What was that? | |
Me | I think I'm going to keep it a little longer. | |
Rod | Just you wait, you bastard! | |
Me | Here's your sword back! | |
Rod | High time, too! | |
Me | How's it going? | |
Rod | That's none of your business, weakling. | |
Rod | I'm curious to see whether they'll let you join. | |
Rod | You're one of us now, kid. We'll get that settled somehow. | |
Rod | You don't belong here, you'd better go hang out somewhere else! | |
Rod | If all those stories about dragons are actually true, we should get a few people together and go flatten those beasts! | |