Player: hi / hello
Tomruk The Ruddy: Hello hello! Please don’t touch the equipment, it’s very valuable.
Player: blood
Tomruk The Ruddy: Ah, the sweet sap of life, the nectar of the gods, the river of emotions, the… <ahem> best thing there is.
Player: blood hand
Tomruk The Ruddy: Do you wish to join our ranks, talk to brother Elryed The Sanguine when he’s back from his errand.
Player: blood priest
Tomruk The Ruddy: It takes practice, skill and dedication, but you might get there if you try!
Player: drefia
Tomruk The Ruddy: Well, it has its merits, yes. But I contemplate a study trip to the Plains of Havoc. Broadens your vision!
Player: job
Tomruk The Ruddy: Are you joking? Does the colour of my robes tell you anything? I’m a very important researcher!
Player: name
Tomruk The Ruddy: You will address me with my full name: Tomruk The Ruddy.
Player: necroman
Tomruk The Ruddy: Backward bunch. Incredibly old-fashioned approach to blood and narrow-minded about it.
Player: Omrabas
Tomruk The Ruddy: Never heard of him. Brothers are given new names when they reach priesthood, anyway.
Player: priestess
Tomruk The Ruddy: Not much to do with them, more’s the pity. Beautiful, lively things.
Player: research
Tomruk The Ruddy: A fellow student of the dark arts, eh? Well, I specialise in the various conductive abilities of blood, you see. …
Tomruk The Ruddy: Perhaps you had read my treatise…no? Well, it’ll revolutionise practical necromancy, let me tell you!
Player: shadow pupil
Tomruk The Ruddy: Huh. Always speak in riddles. If they deign to speak to you, that is. Paint strange pseudo-animals on the floor and prefer ashes to blood.
Player: tibia / king
Tomruk The Ruddy: Breeds supplies for the blood god.
Player: tibianus
Tomruk The Ruddy: Well, someone has to sort out all those peasants’ concerns, I believe.
Player: vampire
Tomruk The Ruddy: Ah, fascinating creatures. Unfortunately, I had a… professional misunderstanding with a viscount, and now, our relations are somewhat strained.
Player: zombie
Tomruk The Ruddy: Good harriers for fresh supplies, but you have to keep them from gnawing at their find.
Player: scroll
Tomruk The Ruddy: Plenty of those here in Drefia. Got one myself, as a matter of fact. Handed down to me. Quite old and torn.
Player: army
Tomruk The Ruddy: Shepherd dogs to their king. Don’t care myself, frankly. There are worthier things.
Player: skeleton
Tomruk The Ruddy: Of what interest would those sad things be? Not a drop of blood in them!
Player: ghoul
Tomruk The Ruddy: It can take some that way. Giving in to their hunger. Not much use then.
Player: undead
Tomruk The Ruddy: Hrm, yes, technically you could say that. Research has advanced a bit, so the concept is outdated.
Player: bye
Tomruk The Ruddy: My pleasure, I assure you. Farewell!
Player: farewell
Tomruk The Ruddy: Hmm? Oh yes, farewell, farewell.