Oswald: Oh, hello Player. What is it?
Oswald: I think the gods are too busy to care about us mortals, hmm... that makes me feel godlike, too.
Player: job or import
Oswald: I am honored to be the assistant of the great, the illustrious, the magnificent Durin!
Oswald: I have a job of great responsibility, mostly I keep annoying persons away from my boss.
Oswald: You better don't ask, you wouldn't like the answer.
Oswald: You know a rumour? TELL ME! TELL ME! TELL ME!
Oswald: Fascinating! Absolutely fascinating!
Oswald: Ah, yes, yes, hail to King Tibianus! Long live the king and so on...
Oswald: I overheard a conversation of officials, that magic will be forbidden soon.
Oswald: My name is Oswald, but let's proceed, I am a very busy man.
Oswald: Hey, I am not a shopkeeper, I am an important man!
Oswald: It is nearly tea time, so please hurry!
Oswald: It's rumoured that Sam does not forge all weapons himself, but buys them from his cousin, who is married to a cyclops.
Oswald: If you want to see dungeons just don't pay your taxes.
Oswald: It's beyond all doubt that certain sinister elements in our city have certain knowledge about this myth.
Player: necromants nectar
Oswald: You are not the first one to ask about that. Am I the only one that preferes wine to such disgusting stuff?
Oswald: She's a little witch, trust me. She used to be the girlfriend of this evil Partos some time ago.
Oswald: What do you expect from ex-soldiers? He is nuts! Hacked on the head far too often.
Oswald: Isn't he the artist formerly known as the prince?
Player: Chester Kahs
Oswald: I never found any rumour concerning him, isn't that odd?
Oswald: Eclesius... Eclesius... I think they say about him that he accidentally turned his assistant into a frog. So you better pay attention!
Oswald: They say she killed over a dozen husbands already.
Oswald: This man lives in the darkness like a rat and is also as handsome as one of them. He surely is up to no good and often consorts with sinister strangers.
Player: sinister strangers
Oswald: Just last week a one eyed man, who had a room at Frodo's, met him in the middle of the night.
Oswald: He sells his scrolls far too expensive.
Oswald: I was told he lost a body part or two in duels... if you know what I mean.
Oswald: Some say he is Ferumbras in disguise.
Oswald: Sweet as honey, but cold as a fish. The only thing that can soften her heart is this awfully expensive Venorean ice cream.
Oswald: Who knows what this old man is up to in his hideout when no one is watching?
Oswald: He is rumoured to summon kinky demons to... well you know.
Oswald: What a shame. He claimed to be the king of thiefs and was caught stealing some fruit.
Oswald: I heard he was a ladies' man in younger days. In our days he is rumoured to wear women clothes now and then.
Oswald: A simple shopkeeper with minor intelligence.
Oswald: They say he isn't truly dead. He was... or is a necromant after all.
Oswald: Just between you and me, he can be quite a tyrant.
Oswald: AHHHH!!! WHERE??? WHERE???