Player: hi Humgolf: Player, good day .. or night, whatever. Player: earth
Humgolf: Home of the worms, home of my people, too. Player: fire
Humgolf: Where earth is giving, fire is taking. That's the way of the elements. Player: god
Humgolf: The worm does not care about gods, why should I? Player: job
Humgolf: I am chief rotwormtamer of Kazordoon. I sell rotworms and buy meat and tasty, fresh rats for my worms. Player: life
Humgolf: Can't say I like it much. Player: name
Humgolf: I am Humgolf Molesight, Son of Earth, from the Molten Rock. Player: quest
Humgolf: What by the worm are you talking about?. Player: Tibia
Humgolf: More nice beneath this noisy green surface. Player: time
Humgolf: Time does not matter to a dwarf who understands the ways of the worm.
Player: help
Humgolf: I am here to help the worms, not the fools. Player: monsters
Humgolf: Unwormish creatures they are. Player: army
Humgolf: They should remember old dwarfish rotworm tactics. Think like a worm and the battle is almost won. Player: Excalibug
Humgolf: Silly fairy tale. Player: Ferumbras
Humgolf: A true enemy of the worms. Player: news
Humgolf: Who needs news if the old things are still good enough?
Player: worms
Humgolf: They are so cute and so intelligent. Player: drilling license
Humgolf: I am not allowed to sell worms to people without a formular 007 license to drill or a 0815 artist license. Player: a formular 007 license to drill or a 0815 artist license
Humgolf: It's a special license for artists. It was only used once as I sold a white worm to Frietsiek and Yor.
Player: fire
Humgolf: Where earth is giving, fire is taking. That's the way of the elements. Player: geomancers
Humgolf: They have an understanding of worms. Player: technomancers
Humgolf: GO AWAY! I heard they think of replacing worms with machines. That is an OUTRAGE! Player: pyromancers
Humgolf: Hotheads. Player: elves
Humgolf: They are not worth to be mentioned. Player: humans
Humgolf: They are not cute and not intelligent.
Player: Kazordoon
Humgolf: I like the mines best. Player: The big old one
Humgolf: The mountain seems tasty as far as my worms are concerned. Player: Bezil
Humgolf: Always chatting. How can someone talk that much? Player: Duria
Humgolf: Thinks she's to good to talk to rotwormtamers. Player: Etzel
Humgolf: Does a worm need spells to work his kind of magic? I do neither. Player: Jimbin
Humgolf: His tavern is too crowded and too bright for a dwarf with taste like me. Player: Kroox
Humgolf: Poor guy, has lost his drilling license for drinking. Player: Maryza
Humgolf: Don't like the way she looks at my worms. Player: Uzgod
Humgolf: We are trading now and then. Fine dwarf he is. Player: Emperor or Kruzak
Humgolf: The emperor should spend more money on rotworm husbandry. Player: Durin
Humgolf: If he'd live today he'd be a rotwormtamer like me. Player: money
Humgolf: Gold is one of the things my worms can unearth. Player: bye
Humgolf: Bye
