Player: hi
Lokur: How may I help you Player? Ask me for a trade if you want to buy something. I can also explain the mail system, sell tickets for the ore wagon service or give you access to your bank account.
Player: name
Lokur: My name is Lokur Stampsmasher, son of Earth of the Dragoneaters.
Player: job
Lokur: I'm the royal post dwarf and I'm really proud of it. Lately I accepted the offer of running the Bank.
Player: postman
Lokur: With our mail system you can send letters and parcels to other Tibians. I can either explain how letters and parcels work or sell them to you if you ask me for a trade.
Player: Bank
Lokur: We can change money for you. You can also access your bank account or your guild account options.
Player: ore wagon
Lokur: Your weekly ticket is still valid. Would be a waste of money to purchase a second one.
Player: poem
Lokur: I only know the poem of the ancient tribe. I used to tell it to my son when he was a little boy. Wanna hear it?
Player: yes
Lokur: Alright, here we go: There was a time when all was right. ...
Lokur: Two tribes united in the land of the gods. ...
Lokur: They envied themselves and there was a fight. ...
Lokur: One tribe left against great odds, ...
Lokur: never to see the great citadel again, ...
Lokur: abandon their forges, their former home. ...
Lokur: All thoughts of homecoming have been in vain, ...
Lokur: Kazordoon was founded and ended their roam.
Player: bye
Lokur: Come back if you need my services, Player.
