- The trader's glance betrays no emotion. "They were no buddies of mine! Fewer bandits means calmer trading..."
- "It's strange, though. After this Ivar fellow came to the village with his sack of silver scales and his ridic
- "That was a... shortsighted decision." The trader's voice carries a tone of sarcasm, but he quickly restrains
- "It's been a long time since I heard such good news! If you'll permit me, baron, I'd like to give you a gift,
- "Of course, Your Grace, of course! None of my business at all."
- The trader smiles broadly. "Just the usual junk, Your Grace. I buy it from travelers I come across here and th
- "Welcome to Brevis's Roadside Shop!" Judging from his accent and his fine clothes, this trader isn't from arou
- "I usually buy hides from the local hunters, but sometimes they come up with some rather... intriguing trophie
- "So nice doing business with you, Your Grace!"
- "Sure, yes, of course!" The trader's voice rings with enthusiasm.
- "Can I see your wares?"
- "You mean those fish jumping ashore?" The trader frowns. "These fools believe it's thanks to their 'patron,' t
- "I'll come another time. Farewell!"
- "You sent me a letter, right? About hunter named Ivar and his Silver Dragon stories?"
- [Attack] "I didn't come to talk."
- "I'm surprised to see a trader in such a remote place."
- "What's causing all the fuss around here?"
- "Your suspicions about Ivar weren't unfounded. He wasn't some dragon's messenger — he was a werewolf."
- "Hmm, these wares don't look like hunting trophies. They remind me more of some robber's loot."
- "Can I see your wares?"
- "Who is in charge of this village?"
- "I dealt with your bandit buddies from that cave. They're gone."
