Me | Hey, how are you? | |
Parlaf | How do you think I'm doing? I spend the whole day at the grindstone, sharpening blades. | |
Parlaf | And yesterday Engor shortened our rations again. If it goes on like this, we're all going to starve. | |
Parlaf | Or we'll all be killed by orcs. Not a pleasant prospect. | |
Me | Who is Engor? | |
Parlaf | Engor manages the provisions and shares out the rations. And they get smaller every week. | |
Parlaf | Sure, you can bargain with him, but only for cold, hard cash. | |
Me | And you can't afford that? | |
Parlaf | The most I can get for the lousy pay we collect is a couple of turnips! | |
Me | Where can I find this Engor? | |
Parlaf | In the knights' house. Just go through the open entryway next to the smithy. | |
Me | What's up? | |
Parlaf | That damned Engor should hand out more rations! | |
Me | What's up? | |
Parlaf | Engor handed out a new ration of meat. Man, was that badly needed. | |
Parlaf | Your arrival is the only news that's really new. | |