Balor

You: Baal Orun sent me - I'm supposed to pick up your harvest.

Balor: Ah, good - that saves me the walk. Here, take it.

Balor: Don't forget to grab Viran's harvest, in case you ain't done it yet. He's over on the other side of the swamp.

Balor: If you don't, Kalom's gonna think you pawned the rest.

You: Keep at it, lads.

Balor: What else am I gonna do out here? Fondle me balls?

You: It's me again. Cor Kalom wants me to pick up the next harvest.

Balor: Riiiight ... so you can sell it to the New Campers again, eh?

Balor: Fifty nuggets upfront. The usual rate.

Balor: Again? Fine, take it - but don't get any ideas, will you?

You: I'd never.

You: Who would I sell that weed to anyway?

Balor: Ha! Put an idea in your head, didn't I?

You: Tell me. Who's buying?

Balor: ... Wait a minute, you're cookin' up somethin', ain't you? I'm tellin' you, just get those herbs to Cor Kalom, or we're both gonna be in big trouble.

You: Nevermind.

You: If you know a buyer, we could go fifty-fifty.

Balor: Weeell ... now that you mention it, maybe I do know someone. A certain New Camper ...

Balor: But if the gurus catch you, they're gonna feed you to the swamp sharks. You didn't get this from me, we clear?

You: All right. Who's that buyer?

Balor: I give you a name and you make a run for it, y'think that's how it's gonna go?

Balor: Fifty nuggets, advance payment. Then we can talk.

You: Forget it.

Balor: You sure? 'Cause without a contact, no one's gonna buy this off you. You're a stranger, and no one here trusts strangers.

Balor: Or, if you're lucky, some bandit is gonna beat you up and just take it for himself.

You: Fifty it is. Here.

Balor: All right ... the guy's named Cipher, and you'll find him in the tavern on the lake.

Balor: Be careful, though, and don't let him rip you off. He's a cutthroat.

Balor: I don't see nothing. Fifty, cold and blue. We clear?