Jeremiah

You: What are you doing here?

Jeremiah: I make rice schnapps, lad.

Jeremiah: Here, this one's on the house. But not a word to Silas, okay?

You: What can you tell me about the Rice Lord?

Jeremiah: He's a bastard, that's what. He acts all chummy, but in truth, he's just the gang lord of a band of ruffians who force the weaker to work the fields for them.

Jeremiah: The only one who could stand up to them is Horatio, but he's gone all soft since they threw him in here.

Jeremiah: One day, he even told me that sometimes, he's THIS close to knocking that bastard's lights out, but he just won't do it.

Jeremiah: I think it has to do with an "oath he swore to himself" or something like that.

You: How's business?

Jeremiah: Ah, don't ask. I can barely keep up with how much the men drink.

Jeremiah: But it's fine. At least this way, the Rice Lord's goons leave me be ...