The // Gregg'r is not supposed to be said, it is to make it clear who actually says the line Emotions will be displayed as: text {emotion} Piere is just a simple farmer, he knows nothing but his little but prospering farm. When he loses it, it's probably the biggest lost he could have been caused. Because of that, he finds it hard to describe the situation to player as he isn't still fully aware of what happened. Detective Jackson is a man who wants to be fine with everyone. He is sad that he can't help Piere as much as possible and want's to stop Piere from thinking that he isn't giving his job his all. At the same time, he knows a lot about the situation around Orcs. Gregg'r is just a primitive who can barely read. He's a little bit smarter than other orcs and is used to the fact that others are scared of him. [1/7] Piere: Oh sweet baby bovine, my house, what am I going to do? Wait, who are you? {crying in disbelief, then caught by surprise, still crying} Oh, a Human. Did the Llevigar authorities send you? {with a desperatly hopeful subtone} Detective Jackson has already been here. Not that he's doing anything useful. {slightly resignated, and angry} An Orc managed to find some fire-imbued magical axe and burned down my house! Jackson didn't even call a firefighter!! {distressed with a hateful subtone, then angry} I don't know what to do, but maybe if you find Detective Jackson, you can kick his sorry rear into gear. {distressed, then suggestive with an hateful subtone} The Orcs are already savage brutes. If they really have their hands on magical weapons, we're all in trouble! {very concerned, holding back tears} I believe Detective Jackson is by his cart "planning his next move." He's not far from here. Just continue past my farm! {resignated, then sarcastic, and finally resignated} --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [1/10] Detective Jackson: How can I go about this...? I can't get involved myself, and they won't let me near... Wait, a human? {pensively, perhaps a little desperate, then a little surprised} ...what do you MEAN "what am I doing?" This is a delicate situation! I need to- wait... actually, you might just be the help I need. {annoyed or even a little angry, then like he just realised something and finally a little excitedly} I'll give you the lowdown- we believe the orcs stole magical weaponry from within Llevigar, particularly a flaming axe. {interested, lively} However, that's a loophole in the ceasefire we had enacted with the Orcs. Theft isn't considered an act of aggression... {interested, then sceptical} And that means my hands are tied. Humans, however, were not mentioned in the notes, so you'll need to retrieve it. {interested, excited} Our only saving grace is that it'll be impossible for them to replicate its power- Orcs are hilariously inept at magic. {normal, then with a chuckle} But, to the primary problem- You've probably seen how many Orc camps are around here. Searching will take a long while... {lively, but less then before} My only leads are that the "Sablestone" and "Loamsprout" camps seem to be celebrating recently. Best to start there, yes? {normal, supportive} Just to review- You need to search those two camps for the Axe of Llevigar, and then return it to me if you find it. {clearly, a little urgently} Sablestone is to the north, and Loamsprout to the south. They will be guarded, so don't be afraid to knock some heads. {normal or supportive} --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {This does not seem like the weapon. It's just a heavy-looking wooden stick.} --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {This does not seem like the weapon. It's just a potato..?} --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {This camp doesn't seem to have the weapon either. Maybe Detective Jackson knows what to do next?} --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [1/9] Detective Jackson: I see no axe in your hands, so I should assume neither Sablestone or Loamsprout had it. {disappointed} Wait, really? A stick was the most powerful weapon they had? And Loamsprout... threw their dinner at you? {surprised} I can't believe this! How are those... those THINGS outsmarting us?! Are they shuffling the axe between camps? {in disbelief} There are over a dozen camps between the Orcs and Goblins that they could be swapping it between! {desperate} What if the GOBLINS get a hold of it?! They're the cleverest by half of all of them, so that could actually be a threat! {concerned or even a little scared} Searching all the camps one by one will be far too slow, gah!! How am I going to fix this?! {desperate, angry for a while and desperate again} There's Earthpit, and Cliffhearth, Shineridge and Stonecave, Sunspark, Mudspring, Holehold, I- {sounding like he's trying to remember something and also more scared after saying each name} [8/9] ???: Fire! Stop!! I hold magic cutter! LISTEN TO GREGG'R!! {loud and fierce} // Gregg'r [9/9] I- I can't believe it, that has to be the one! AFTER THAT ORC, NOW!! {caught by surprise, excited and a bit forceful} --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [1/1] ???: GRRRH!! What 'Uthniiazek' mean?! {angry, reading Uthniiazek slowly - one syllable at the time} // Gregg'r --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [1/1] Gregg'r: Uthniiazek! Uthniiazek!! WHY NO LISTEN TO GREGG'R? {furious} --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [1/3] Gregg'r: Stupid Villager magic thing! Why fire no listen? {annoyed} Gregg'r say thing and make fire...what else axe say? 'Azektoluth?' {loud, little pensively} Hraahah! Gregg'r control fire! Fire- kill human with Gregg'r! Uthniiazek! Azektoluth! {happily screaming} --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [1/4] Detective Jackson: That looks like the axe of Llevigar to me! Blue finish, hot to the touch- well done! What Orc boss had stolen it? {hopeful, then more and more happy} Gregg'r? That... hm. This could be bad. I've head that name, and he's a fairly prolific Orc chief. You killed him, right? {surprised, then concerned} Mmm... Hopefully that Gorgu won't catch wind of it. Regardless, you've done a great service for Villager-kind! {a little careless, then admiring} Here's your compensation for that. Thank you for the aid! {relieved, sincere}