Player: hi / hiho / hello Tulf: Hiho Player! <mumbles> What’s up? Player: bodyguard Tulf: We keep up law and order here. Player: dungeon Tulf: I despise the habit to challenge the prisoners of Dwarcatra or to provoke the boys in the mines. Player: dwarfs Tulf: If you go to a dwarven city, do as the dwarfs do. Player: help / poem Tulf: Sorry, I’m on duty! Player: horned fox Tulf: It’s a renegade minotaur who has a hidden lair somewhere near our mines. Player: lair Tulf: The lair of the Horned Fox is surely well-guarded and even better hidden. Player: mines Tulf: The mines aren’t meant for foreigners. The miners there have enough trouble. Player: monster Tulf: I doubt anyone can make it through our lines of defence. Player: name Tulf: My name is Tulf Beardweaver, son of Earth from the Dragoneaters. Player: time Tulf: It’s 6:24 pm right now. Player: trouble Tulf: The mines are raided again and again by the bandits of the Horned Fox. Player: up / job / shop Tulf: I’m the captain of the emperor’s personal bodyguards. Player: bye Tulf: Yeah, bye Player.