Ian

You: I'll go take a look around.

Ian: Just don't make no trouble.

You: Where am I supposed to find a replacement gear?

Ian: Figurin' that out is part o' the job.

Ian: But there's an old crusher in a side tunnel, from before the Barrier. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky.

You: I found that cog you wanted.

Ian: Pff, I'll be damned, you did. Not bad. Here - for your efforts.

You: "The crawlers look mighty hungry."

Ian: Well, well ... a Shadow hopeful, are you? Sure, here's the list. Tell Diego to get a wiggle on.

You: Doesn't this mine belong to Gomez?

Ian: How funny. Yes, of course it belongs to Gomez - but as long as he isn't here, I'm in charge.

You: Are you Ian?

Ian: That's right, I am. And this is MY mine - so don't you try nothin' funny.

You: How do you forge it "properly?"

Ian: If you're lookin' to expand into the business, forget about it - even Stone, our best smith, can't forge it properly.

Ian: You need a special forge for that, and the only engineers who know how to make them live up in Nordmar.

You: Any advice you could give me about the mine?

Ian: Just be careful, especially in the unmanned tunnels - there are dozens of minecrawlers. It's safest if you stay in the main shaft.

Ian: Odds are you'll run into a couple of templars as well - they hunt crawlers, so if you ever find yourself getting chased by one, find the nearest templar and he'll take care of it.

You: Got it. Anything else?

Ian: Yes: don't keep my lads from doing their work.

You: I won't.

You: This is ore isn't ordinary, though, is it? I heard it's magical.

Ian: I guess you could call it that - when you forge it properly, the weapons become near unbreakable and sharper than a snapper's fangs.

Ian: Two qualities that, as you can imagine, any general would want for his troops.

You: Y'Berion sent me. We're looking for a minecrawler nest.

Ian: Why by Beliar's darkness would you want to do THAT?

You: Long story. But the templars think it's somewhere in the collapsed tunnel.

Ian: (long sigh) You're actually serious about this, ain't you? All right, here's what we're gonna do.

Ian: One of our ore crushers gave up the ghost the other day - we think it's one of the cogs.

Ian: Get me a replacement for that, and I'll think about it.

You: I cleared out that tunnel for you.

Ian: So I heard. I have to hand it to you, I didn't see that comin'. Not bad.

You: Can you tell me a thing or two about ore mining?

Ian: There ain't much to tell: we mine the nuggets for the king, two hundred sacks a month, as well as some that we smelt for our own use.

Ian: And the king uses it to supply his troops.

You: I'm here for the supply list.

Ian: Nice try, freshie. Piss off.