Roswitha

Roswitha Este NPC é Comerciante de Alimentos   Jogador: hi Roswitha: Hello, my dear. You look like you need a good drink and a chat! Come on in! Jogador: name Roswitha: I am Mrs Roswitha Brandon. Mr Brandon has been dead these ten years, poor soul. Nowadays, Mrs Roswitha will do. Jogador: Mr Brandon ou Brandon Roswitha: <sighs> He was a passionate fisherman, my poor husband was. Loved nothing as much as the sea wind in the sails and the ship's rudder in his hand. Well, almost nothing. He loved to brew glooth and drink it, too, that's for sure. ... Roswitha: Those damned dangerous cliffs and contrary winds around our isle are the reason I shall never again see him in this life. <dabs at her eyes> Jogador: king Roswitha: It has a romantic ring to it, that's for sure. Though I guess he has to blow his nose just like the likes of us. Jogador: minotaur Roswitha: Horrible brutes they are! Always fighting and attacking us. The only decent sort is Maro - you know, the toolmaker from the upper city. He used to come down here in our part of the city once and a while. Jogador: Oramond Roswitha: Well, the island would be lovely if it wasn't for all the terrible beasts that roam it! <sighs> Jogador: city Roswitha: Your city is probably quite different from ours. I bet however you got nobs and ordinary people just as well as we do. Jogador: job Roswitha: I run this place. It used to be the old post coach station back when Rathleton was a lot smaller, but my late husband made a bed and breakfast of it. Jogador: Rathleton Roswitha: The city's smartened up, at least on the hill up there <snorts>. Those nobs won't look at the likes of me, oh no. But at least the glooth gets us by in hard times. Jogador: chat Roswitha: Ah, all I've got for comfort these days. I can tell you some stories about this town that will astound you! Just ask me for a story! Jogador: rumour ou rumours ou story (este último se pular chat) Roswitha: Ah, where would I be without a good gossip or two. <winks> Just ask me for a story! Jogador: story (A npc tem 10 histórias para contar aleatoriamente) Roswitha: You know they say some poor souls have been captured and made to work inside metal bodies and that's how gargoyles were made? I hope Mr Brandon's soul was not captured by one of those fellows! Roswitha: Did you know? That friendly Mr Barnabas Dee is a soothsayer who's foretold many things for this city! If only he had foretold Mr Brandon's death, maybe my poor husband would not have sailed. <shakes head> Roswitha: My grandfather used to tell me the mists around this isle were the breath of sleeping dragons, who only breathe out every ten years. Now that would be a sight to see! Roswitha: Some say Rathleton was built on the ruins of an ancient order, some say, on a demonic site, and that the mists arising are the souls of the dead ... <shudders> I don't want to believe THAT, though! Roswitha: I have been told that a weird scientist blew up the old factory to run from his debts, and that he's now hiding in one of your towns, gambling and drinking. For shame! Roswitha: They say Alaistar Stanton married a minotaur princess and brought their child with him when the minotaurs would not accept a human as king. Can you believe that? <shakes head> Roswitha: There's a phantom of the old opera, underneath the sewers. It stalks the city at night. Some of my customers have seen it! They say it looks like a horrible beast, moaning and roaring! <shudders> Roswitha: Flint used to be the city watch captain. But when he lost his best friend in a battle against the minotaurs, he resigned and became a blacksmith instead. Poor man! Roswitha: No one has ever seen Azalea's face, she's always hooded. Some say she is hideously disfigured from a curse that she can't lift, always searching for a cure and that's why she became a druid and doesn't dare show her face, poor thing! Roswitha: Some say glooth does all kinds of strange things to you. Some claim it made them light as air and they could fly! Though I guess that's a whiff of peppermoon pollen too many, poor souls. Still, who knows. Try a pint of glooth for yourself! <winks> Jogador: pint ou glooth Roswitha: Well, if you drink it too quickly, there's no knowing what'll happen. <winks> If it gets cooler, it's harmless, though. No worries. ... The first pint was on the house. Ask me for a drink to buy another one. It's ten gold only for a lot of Rathleton taste! <winks> Jogador: drink Roswitha: One cold, frothy, tasty pint of glooth coming up! Roswitha Este NPC é Comerciante de Alimentos Localização: Rathleton Slum (33580,31942,7:4aqui). Adicionado: 10.50 (07 de julho de 2014) Notas: Se você disser pint para ela, ela lhe dará um Pint of Glooth. Para pedir novamente, você precisará esperar cerca de 1 hora. (Ver as transcrições desse NPC) Itens negociáveis: Nenhum.

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