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Synopsis:
The porters are speaking in sequential conversations, single ADs, complaining about Lord Gortash's new work quotas.
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0. : Gortash isn't going to find out about this, is he? I don't fancy the look of those prisons.994a0c09-d2bc-66fb-9956-6a30dfffdeaa_A = False994a0c09-d2bc-66fb-9956-6a30dfffdeaa_A
3. : If Gortash doesn't want to pay us fair, then we're well in our rights to look out for ourselves.
2. : Pay's all right, but these dawn-to-dusk days...
1. : Haven't read a bedtime story to my little ones in a tenday. End
7. : Watch this, watch this - 'Smells like fermented baby fart, with a hint of nutmeg!'devnote994a0c09-d2bc-66fb-9956-6a30dfffdeaa_A = False, 994a0c09-d2bc-66fb-9956-6a30dfffdeaa_B = False
6. : Oh, oh! 'You can really detect the boar shite in the aftertaste!'devnote
4. : 'Observe, the delightful colour - yellow as piss, and twice as rank! Exquisite!'devnoteEnd
9. : Two reds for Flaerith, one red for us.devnote994a0c09-d2bc-66fb-9956-6a30dfffdeaa_B = False994a0c09-d2bc-66fb-9956-6a30dfffdeaa_B
5. : Why do we only get one when he gets two?
8. : Have you never worked for the rich before? For every bite you take, they get a whole cake. End