Greetings, General.
{player}: Do I know you?
{player_reject}: Excuse me, but I am busy. (close_window)
No, you do not, if you did we wouldn't be going through such pleasantries now would we.
{player}: I...Suppose...But if all you're interested in is wasting my time, then I will take my leave.
{player_reject}: Eh...I'm sorry, I have to go. (close_window)
Oh is that so...Well let me share a little information with you before you judge me so quickly. I am Khalijin, a shaman from the northeastern regions of Mongolia. I have a great problem and do you know what that problem is? I am alone, cast out of a tribe for not understanding all of the simple needs a Mongolian should have. So I am here, seeking service beneath a new gathering of heroes and since you look like a man of authority I thought I'd try my luck with you.
{player}: Well that's interesting, but tell me - what can you actually do, for me or my supposed band?
{player_reject}: I have no time for shamans or their witchcraft, so if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way. (close_window)
Well...Since I said I was a shaman, what exactly do you think a shaman does? Nothing...No, I heal people, well I say heal...I prolong life in whatever way that I can. I am a bone scraper, I cure poisons. I can even repair flesh wounds and burns. I am an expert in my field of practice, but I am a man who cares only for money, promise me war and banditry - and I promise you a healer you'll never forget.
{player}: Hmm...Bold, proud...I like that in a fellow comrade, If you're prepared to serve me faithfully - then you may pack your equipment, we're leaving.
{player_reject}: You're in idiot and I kill idiots.... (close_window)
Excellent! I shall pack my things immediately...but...I could do with some money, I heard there was a blacksmith that could repair some of my blades, would you be prepared to give me [reg2] to help cleanse the wounds I heal?
{player}: Yeah, a man without the correct tools are of no worth to me. Now be quick, I have other important things to do.
{player_reject}: Oh I see it now, you want money - and then you want to slice open my throat whilst I sleep. leave, before I send your head back to the northeastern regions on a rug! (close_window)
Thank you, general. Just let
me know when we're ready to move out.