Player: hi / hello / hiho Melfar: Just great, another disturbance. Just what I need. Player: minotaur Melfar: Those good-for-nothing horned monkeys have no better idea than to assault our workers and ruin our mining efforts. Each dead one is a step forward. Player: beaver Melfar: What do you mean, you haven’t seen any?? They’re hard to overlook, big and furry. Something must be wrong with your eyes. Player: rodeo Melfar: Well, if you can find a giant beaver that’s enormous enough for you to jump on, fat human, you’re welcome to compete with us. Player: bait Melfar: Ah, speak no more! I know you want to participate in the beaver rodeo this year! Well, I have some more bait to sell, just ask me for a trade. Player: mine Melfar: We mine ore and crystals in the mines around here. On a good day, we even find gold. Now, don’t get that greedy look! Stay out of there! Player: disturbance / job Melfar: I’m the master of supplies for the imperial mining guild. And as such, as you might have guessed, I am a very busy dwarf, so speak up and speak quickly. Player: supplies Melfar: Well, supplies like tools, food or wood. Player: wood Melfar: Unless you’re on a mission, I don’t know why I should help you acquiring wood. Or what are you suggesting?? Player: dwarf / dwarv Melfar: Yep! That’s us. You’re a smart one. Player: elf / elv Melfar: Pah! Speak no more of them treehuggers. Player: name Melfar: I’m Melfar Rockdriller, master of supplies. Player: trade Melfar: I don’t think I have anything you could need. <scratches head> But if you’ve slain some of them nasty minotaurs – we could definitely use some of their old stuff, especially their horns. Player: bye Melfar: Good bye.