"Do you know anything about the local trolls who are resistant to fire?"
- "I doubt I can tell you anything of interest," Bartholomew mutters without looking you in the eye.
- "I'm simply a humble servant of my baron," the wizard answers coldly.
- "Yes, Your Grace," Bartholomew mutters. "You've seen it with your own eyes. At least I managed to gather some
- "What a pleasant surprise! Welcome, Your Grace. Would you like a cup of tea? Something stronger, perhaps? It's
- Bartholomew meets you with a long, sullen gaze. "Good day... my baron."
- Bartholomew gives a wry smile. "Yes, that's equally valuable."
- "I'm simply a humble researcher in the field of esoteric sciences, and I've chosen this location to work in pe
- Octavia smiles at Bartholomew, keeping it just short of a gloat.
- "Welcome, Your Grace! Always a pleasure to see you."
- "I'm always happy to help those who seek knowledge."
- Bartholomew's eyes widen — then they narrow. "I don't dare object… Your Grace."
- "Thank you, Your Grace!"
- Bartholomew pretends not to have heard the comment.
- "Do you have anything for sale?"
- "You seem to be an educated man. What are you doing in these woods?"
- "How's your research going?"
- "A question about the traps..."
- "It's time to leave. Farewell."
- [Attack] "I no longer require your services."
- "Do you know anything about the local trolls who are resistant to fire?"
- "We cleared out a nearby lair of trolls who were resistant to fire, somehow. I'd like to be sure new ones with
- "Have you executed my order?"
- "Those traps in the woods — are they yours?"
