Thou hath no obligation to follow an unlawful order.

Peers, I find myself at an impass. Though I straddle betwixt Blue-Scry and hex; I can not support, even remotely, the plots of its master. What would thou have me do? Should I keep a voice upon this site or begin to muster elsewhere?

A false title, I dare say.

By order of the king: If thou art a merchant, thou art not allowed to portend the future to speculate the price of goods.

Bugbears? Actually, thou shouldst leave them alone.

Credit unto thee, ser, for that's a fine looking schnitzel.

"Tremble watchman! I am the mighty Demon-Lord" All-right, where be ye fief then? What crop doth they grow?

TERFbane gauntlets

Hast thou tried this new "chocolate" stuff? The sailors hath brought it from far lands.

Is that where they went?

Madness belying genius behind it

Nay, I know of it not. Why, doth this name make appearance?

Fie, I really need to schedule time to see a cleric.

The town is richer for the many walks of people it hath. Let none tell thee otherwise.

Aye - I suppose we'll need to start to muster a few of their kind as watch.

Were the Missus and I ever to be blessed, I quite like this one.

Watch men? Aye, and the ladies too.

Based, ser.

I hath survived my second ordeal by dentist and returned to rest.

About once a day some old person portends me the coming of the demon hordes and the end of the realms as we know it. Ser, I asked thee if thou had any trade goods to declare, not thy life story.