| ID: 203104 | |
| Ordais | |
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NPC
<Fortress Resident> Level: 10 HP: 899 Aggression radius: 20m |
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Dialogs: Hello, Daeva. That's a mighty fine weapon you have! Have you met my father, Ivis? That's his store over there. He makes and sells weapons. Growing up, I never played with toy soldiers or wooden swords. I had real weapons to play with. We were allowed to handle them, if we were careful and responsible. We learned all the weapons' names, what they're used for, where they came from, and how they're made. Now I can recognize anything! Player: "What weapon do I have, then?" Oh. Are you testing me? Okay, I'll do my best. You're weilding...uh... [%mainslotitem], I think. Yes! And it suits you well. When I grow up, I'll be just like my father. I'll have a shop of my own, and I'll sell weapons everyone will want. They'll be well crafted, but I won't make them expensive, because it's not right to be greedy like a nasty old Shugo. Would you come and be my customer, when I open my store? Player: "Of course." Yes! My first customer! And if you don't come, I'll tell everyone that you broke your word, and your honor will be stained, and you will have to go on a quest or something, to redeem yourself! I jest, of course. I wouldn't really do that. Player: "May the shadows never find you." | |
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