Player: hi
Redward: Hi there. Welcome to my humble post office.
Player: job
Redward: Believe it or not, I'm the local post officer. Don't give me that look. It's a long story how I ended up with this job.
Player: name
Redward: You may call me Redward.
Player: yalahar
Redward: The city is kind of a melting pot when it comes to civilisations and races. Such a mixture becomes quickly explosive, though. This will turn out very interesting.
Player: yalahari
Redward: Quite an arrogant bunch if you ask me. But at least they allow almost everyone to settle here.
Player: vampire
Redward: I guess I don't look really appetising to them. Being a big red monster and all that has its advantages I guess.
Player: post
Redward: With our mail system you can send letters and parcels to other Tibians. I can either explain how letters and parcels work or sell them to you if you ask me for a trade.
Player: trade
Redward: Here. Don't forget that you need to buy a label too if you want to send a parcel. Always write the name of the receiver in the first line and make sure you entered it correctly.
Player: imp
Redward: Now, don't be nervous, I'm just your average next door imp.
Player: cookies
Redward: Have you seen my belly?? I'm on a diet. But thanks, kid.
Player: arena quarter
Redward: It's really a shame that it's no longer possible to watch humans slaughter each other for the amusement of the masses.
Player: sunken quarter
Redward: Too wet for my taste.
Player: factory quarter
Redward: Ahh, all that noise and the smoke and the smell and the whining of working humans - it must have been terrific.
Player: foreign quarter
Redward: Now those guys know how to party.
Player: magician quarter
Redward: Humans that tamper with magic - that must end up in something funny.
Player: evil
Redward: Ah well, sometimes I just can't help it. Then I must do something very evil, things like throwing around parcels who are labelled as fragile, and other stuff like that, you know?
Player: master
Redward: Oh well. My master was a dark wizard, not like Ferumbras, more the wannabe type ...
Redward: He was rather ambitious than competent, and he tended to blame me for all of his failures. Well, I have to admit I made fun of his mistakes quite often, and I might have spilled some of his spell ingredients now and then .. accidentally of course ...
Redward: Still, that's no reason to lock me into a bottle and throw me into the sea.
Player: story
Redward: To make a long story short: I left my master after a dispute, and after a long and perilous journey, I arrived at this city ...
Redward: I quit being evil and became a postman.
Player: buy / sell / offer / stuff / ware / goods / equipment
Redward: I sell parcels and letters. Ask me for a trade if you're interested. I can also explain how the mail system works.
Player: bye / farewell
Redward: Bye for now, Player.