Aleph

Aleph: Oy, did you tell on me? Son of a fuckin' molerat ... sod off!

Aleph: Huh, bloody fools ...

You: Here. This better be worth it.

Aleph: All right - you've probably clocked it already, but there's a load o' locked chests in this mine. Glen, the digger, can sort you out with some lockpicks. He's workin' up by the top of the main shaft.

You: Who's a fool?

Aleph: The warders. I only work when they're close by or when they can see me. Otherwise, I'm just enjoyin' the day.

You: And they don't notice?

Aleph: Ah, well, some days I end up with a little less than the other diggers. But that's nothin' a good trade can't fix.

Aleph: See, not toilin' me brains out means I catch all sorts o' interestin' gossip. You ain't got a few nuggs on you, have you? Maybe ten?

You: All right. Here are ten nuggets.

Aleph: Good. If you go back to the mainshaft and follow the plankways down, you're gonna pass two side shafts.

Aleph: There's a warder by the second one, but he ain't likely to stop you. Head into the shaft till you reach the old ore mill.

Aleph: In that area, you'll come across a few pricey healing draughts. I'd go meself, but there's too many crawlers about to nab it.

Aleph: Come back anytime if you need more gossip. I'm sure I can help you.

You: Can you give me more gossip?

Aleph: Sure thing. Got the nuggs?

You: How about fifteen?

Aleph: Fifteen, you say? Oh ... my memory's all foggy ...

You: Thirty nuggets sound fair?

Aleph: All right. As for the key: funny you'd ask, because I happened to stumble on it just the other day. Here. It's all yours.

Aleph: You ain't got that much. Try again.

You: Fifty should do the trick.

Aleph: How generous. Here's the key - oh, and take this ring as well. Token of our friendship.

Aleph: You ain't got that much ...

You: What can you tell me about the key for the storage?

Aleph: Well ... that depends ...

You: On how much ore I'm willing to part with?

Aleph: You're a fast learner.