Rufus

You: Hey - I'm new here. What's the latest?

Rufus: Ahh, and just how in Beliar's name would I know? All I do is work the fields.

Rufus: You got no idea how much I'd love to go tell the Rice Lord to shove his fuckin' rice where the sun don't shine ... uh, a man can dream, I s'pose.

You: Who's the Rice Lord?

Rufus: Don't know him yet? Lucky you. He was one of the guys who started this camp, and he built those fields here.

Rufus: These days, all he does is stand in his fortress and stick out his pot, that fat old pig.

You: If you hate this job so much, why do you work here?

Rufus: Ahh, Lefty, that's why. He's one of the Rice Lord's goons ... the day I get to the camp, he walks up to me and asks if I can "help out in the fields" for just a bit.

Rufus: "Sure," I say. I mean, I'm new, and I wanna make friends, right?

Rufus: Well, guess what: next day I'm in me bunk tryin' to get some kip, and the bastard's there again.

Rufus: "You ain't gonna let your mates down, are you?" he says.

Rufus: I tell him I'm knackered from the day before and that I gotta rest up, but that tosser don't give a shit.

Rufus: Just grabs me by the collar and drags me back to the fuckin' fields.

Rufus: He did the same the next day, and the day after that, and by the third, I just came on me own. I mean, what else can I do? The man's too strong.

Rufus: Anyway, bottom line is: the Rice Lord and his boys are a bunch of thugs, the whole bloody lot. I'd steer clear of 'em if I was you.