Orry

You: What's your job?

Orry: Keepin' out the unwanted guests from the exchange zone. And by that, I mean the wankers from the New Camp.

Orry: You're the freshie they tossed in this mornin', ain't you?

You: Guess I am.

Orry: Then here's some friendly advice for you: watch out for those bastards from the New Camp!

Orry: I'm with the Old Camp ... like all of us here at the Exchange Zone.

Orry: Diego already gave you the rundown?

You: No.

Orry: Then go talk to him. He takes care of the freshies.

Orry: He knows everyone and everythin', and if you ask nice, I'm sure he'll show you the ropes.

You: He did.

Orry: Good. Then I guess he filled you in.

You: What's so bad about this "New Camp"?

Orry: It's chaos, that's what. It's every man out for himself down there - compared to them, the Old Camp's a bloody temple.

Orry: Since we control the Exchange Zone, the New Campers also don't get any fresh goods from the outside. That's why they got a gang o' bandits who just steal whatever they can get their hands on.

You: Any advice you can give me about the Old Camp?

Orry: Well, don't piss off the ore barons, that's a good start. Same goes for us warders - we are next in the chain of command. Oh, and the Shadows may be lower than that, but they have a lot of sway as well, so you want them to be your friends.

Orry: At the end of the day, just think hard about who you're gonna piss off in here. You're a freshie, so folk in the Old Camp will see you as a digger by default.

Orry: Make sure you get to the camp safely.

You: A couple of guys beat me up when I got out of the water. One was wearing armor just like yours.

Orry: Yeah, fate of every freshie. They call it "the Cleansing."

You: Are all of you Old Campers this friendly?

Orry: There's bastards, I'll give you that. But just pay your protection money and you'll be fine.

You: Any idea where I can find a weapon?

Orry: Hmm ... maybe try the abandoned mine farther down the canyon. There could be some weapons.

Orry: Don't settle for the first pickaxe you can find, though - they're heavy and slow.

Orry: Use them as a last resort.

You: I saw a woman come in with the goods before they threw me in. What's going to happen to her?

Orry: Let's put it this way: the ore barons get what they ask for.

You: So the king trades women for ore?

Orry: Well, they're all convicts just like us, but yeah, he does. His troops need the ore, so anythin' goes.

Orry: It ain't as bad as it looks, though. The girls have an all right life in the castle. I hope.