| Borka | Hey, you! Where are you going? No matter what your plans are - there'll be plenty of time later. | |
| Borka | You're right in front of the pearl of Khorinis - the RED LANTERN. This is the most beautiful brothel in all of Myrtana, damnit! | |
| Borka | Sailors from the most remote corners of the world dock here just to spend a few nights in the Red Lantern. | |
| Borka | And now it's you who has the chance - nay, the honor - of spending a night with Nadja, the most passionate flower of the gods! | |
| Borka | Come on in and you're going to experience what others cannot even dream of! | |
| Borka | What are you standing around for out here? Go on in and meet our passionate Nadja. | |
| Borka | This hot creature of the night will give your life a new meaning! | |
| Me | Do you know where I could buy some weed? | |
| Borka | No, piss off! | |
| Me | I've heard you're selling weed. | |
| Borka | I'm sorry, Mr. City Guard, sir. There must have been a mistake. I know nothing about weed. | |
| Borka | Says who? | |
| Me | That is besides the point. | |
| Borka | I just want to know who sent you so I can be sure you're all right. | |
| Me | Says Nadja. | |
| Borka | What do you know, the little bird has sung. You know, you shouldn't believe everything this gal tells you. | |
| Me | So do you want to cut a deal, or not? | |
| Borka | ... all right ... let's make a deal. You give me 50 gold pieces, and then you'll get your weed. No haggling. | |
| Me | Let's make a deal. Here's the gold. | |
| Borka | All right ... | |
| Borka | ... here's a fresh, resinous stalk of weed. | |