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!