"How can you help my army?"
- His mighty but pleasant voice fills the entire hall. "Greetings, Your Highness. I am Wodga, priest of the glor
- "Your soldiers are... brave, but weak. By the will of Kurgess, we'll sort out your pathetic forces. My priests
- Dwarf laughs approvingly. "Well, thank you! I wish you could meet my grandfather! He was a real hero, stately
- "His rivals set a trap for him during a competition. He died, giving his life to protect the other participant
- "It disgusts Kurgess when people cripple themselves, so we reject alcohol and stupefying potions. I shall proh
- "Hey – let's arm wrestle, eh? Oh, no, I'm only joking. I know that Your Highness is mighty busy. Is there anyt
- "How can you help my army?"
- "Tell me about your god."
- "You... look outlandish. Where have you come from?"
- "I need to think it over."
- "What is your church?"
