Player: hi / hello
Peter: Hello. Unless you have official business here or want to pass the gate, please move on.
Player: alchemist quarter
Peter: There it's even more smelly than in the factory quarter. Smells a bit like rotten eggs.
Player: arena quarter
Peter: You don't look as if you would last one second there.
Player: augur
Peter: One day I will walk into the office of my superior and announce my resignment. Probably not long from now.
Player: cemetery quarter
Peter: Good idea. Go for a walk there. Preferably six feet down.
Player: factory quarter
Peter: It's too noisy and smelly.
Player: foreign quarter
Peter: Go there if you wanna get beaten up.
Player: job / official
Peter: Sergeant first class of the Yalaharian Guard Force. But I don't care about ranks and titles.
Player: magician quarter
Peter: I can't stand those arrogant fools.
Player: mission
Peter: Leave me alone with your 'mission' unless you have precise orders from my superiors.
Player: name
Peter: Peter.
Player: pass / gate
Peter: Pass the gate? If it must be. Are you headed for the factory or the former trade quarter?
Player: quarter
Peter: Count them yourself.
Player: random word
Peter: Listen, I don't get paid enough to chat with citizens. Move on.
Player: sunken quarter
Peter: That quara brood should be extinguished.
Player: trade quarter
Peter: The leader of their pack is the biggest criminal among them all.
Player: vengoth
Peter: Listen, I don't get paid enough to chat with citizens. Move on.
Player: Yalahar
Peter: You're here. So what?
Player: bye
Peter: Goodbye citizen!