Urkalio: Welcome to the pits of the Hard Rock Tavern, Player. Want a drink or some food?
Player: job or tavern
Urkalio: I am responsible for the Hard Rock Pits Tavern.
Urkalio: I am Urkalio.
Urkalio: No clue, it's equally dark down here at any time.
Player: king or Tibianus
Urkalio: Down here everyone is king as far as where his weapons reach.
Urkalio: Sooner or later everyone comes here, so why bother to travel.
Player: buy or sell
Urkalio: I sell food and drinks for the hungry and thirsty. Ask me for a trade if you want.
Urkalio: I have cookies, bread, cheese, ham, and meat. Ask me for a trade if you want any.
Urkalio: So do you want beer, wine, lemonade, or ... uhm ... water? Ask me for a trade.
Urkalio: Have any food or drinks you like.
Urkalio: I would love to see that weapon in a fight.
Urkalio: THAT would be some attraction down here.
Urkalio: Choose your enemies with care.
Urkalio: I don't care about their 'independence war'.
Urkalio: Such a boring city. I wonder why anyone would live there.
Urkalio: He's the best. To be the man, you'll have to beat the minotaur, so to say. Not that you could provoke him to a fight at all.
Urkalio: She's kind of my boss.
Urkalio: Some came here to challenge the local champions. I can't say I was impressed by their skills. However, they took a few heads as trophies.
Urkalio: Have a good fight, Player.