(A journal with criminal names, bounties, and other details written in.)

Player: "What bounty hunter keeps notes? Rosina?"

Hello, Player. I'm ready to leave this desert, but Captain Oileus won't even think about leaving.

There's a saying that the busy worker can become too engrossed in the hobby. I guess it's true, since it looks like the Captain has fallen in love seriously this time.

Player: "Is this journal yours?"

Nope. I keep all my notes in my head.

Did you look at this? This is scary. This hunter's traps kill the wanted criminals. What if some innocent person wanders in...?

Do you want to bring it to Tityus and ask him?

Player: "I don't WANT to, but...sure."

Why are you bothering me?

These dumplings are just about to come out. They don't make nearly enough. If you waste my time, others might get to them first.

What do you want? Quickly!

Player: "Sorry! Is this yours?"

What, a book? A journal? Why would I keep a journal?

But this looks familiar.... Where did I see it?

Ah! Right. Nagrunerk! I saw Nagrunerk's Bodyguard holding this. I thought it was funny, such a small book in such a huge hand.

Is that all? Don't bother me when dumplings are on the line.

Player: "O...kay."

Grr, busy...

Grrr, master's whip...

Grr, go...

Player: "This isn't yours, is it?"

Grr, no...

Grrr, master's...

Grr, master Nagrunerk's book...

Player: "Wow. I even understood most of that."

So, what brings you here? Are you looking for someone?

You came to the right place. Nagrunerk is the best, nyerk.

Player: "Did you lose this?"

Hey! This is.... Where did you find this?!

Titirunerk took this along with all my.... Wait! You didn't read it, did you, nyerk?

Here, take this! And forget you saw that journal!