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.