Partos: Welcome to my little kingdom, Player.
Jogador: How are you?
Partos: I am great! Free food, free room, and now and then someone coming down here to ask me silly questions. Wouldn't you love that, too?
Partos: Guess it! I give you a hint: I am not in this cell to clean it up! ...
Partos: I wished, I would have never left Ankrahmun.
Partos: Gold got me in here.But I'd offer you some gold for keys.
Partos: Hey, most people I killed were even worse than me.
Partos: The gods seldom show up down here, so don't ask me.
Partos: Yeah, a king is a man that can rob people by law, and not by night like me.
Partos: My name is Partos, but you can call me Party.
Partos: You mean that's a JAIL? They told me it's the finest hotel in town! THAT explains the lousy roomservice!
Partos: I love this world. I just wish I could see some other part of it now and then.
Partos: Geee, someone stole my watch. Bad company down here.
Partos: I love the city. I just wish I could see some other part of it now and then.
Partos: I won't talk about that.
Partos: By the gods, he visits us 'criminals' now and then to 'save' us. Who is going to save me from this boredom on two legs?
Partos: Yes, I've lived in Ankrahmun for quite some time. Ahh, good old times! ...
Partos: Unfortunately I had to relocate. <sigh> ...
Partos: Business reasons - you know.
Partos: Bah, I did nothing serious. I just had a little fun. In Ankrahmun nobody would have cared about these kind of things...
Partos: I bet one could get some fine ransom, if he dognappes this furball.
Partos: Yeah! Come in and let's have a party.
Partos: Good bye, visit me again. I will be here, promised.