Player: hi Chip: Please don’t keep me from my work. Player: work / job Chip: Shh… I don’t really have a job. I need the wood I chop here, though. Player: wood Chip: Yeah, to be honest, it’s not really my wood. It belongs to the queen. But what choice do I have? Player: queen Chip: Queen Eloise from Carlin likely wouldn’t approve. Be so kind to keep this little secret to yourself. Player: choice Chip: Those bandits have my wife and kids. If I don’t bring wood, I don’t know what they’ll do. Hell, I’d even trade some with you if you had any. Player: bandits Chip: They hide somewhere near the Plains of Havoc. I’ve never seen their hideout, though, they just send me messages and tell me where to leave the wood. Player: trade Chip: If you have a piece of wood, I’d give you some money for it. I don’t have much, but I’d appreciate your help. Player: buy Chip: I need all the wood I can get. My hands and my back are already aching from all the chopping. If you have any for trade, let me know. Player: sell Chip: I don’t have anything for sale. Player: name Chip: People call me Chip. Player: bye Chip: Probably better that way.