I am he.

What business do you have with my father, citizen?

If you head outside and peer north, you should just be able to see our farm through the trees. Follow the main road and you can't miss it. You'll find my father there.

I believe you'll find my husband in the dining room.

He is %Name's master. Only be kind to him. He has a short temper.

The master is in the house. But his son has the key, if you will help %Name go free.

My father's in the house.

You're expelled, %PCName. Make amends and then we can talk about your work.

You messed that one up. Let's talk about your next bit of work instead.

The s'wit had it coming.

I told you NOT to kill the old man. Are you bloodthirsty, %PCRank, or just stupid? Because the first I can work with, but not the second. I'll be letting the Underbosses know about this, and it WILL affect your opportunities for advancement. Have I made myself clear, or do I need to beat the lesson into you like you were supposed to do with Ardraler Baryon?

I told you not to kill anyone, and then you murder the old man's WIFE? Are you bloodthirsty, %PCRank, or just stupid? Because the first I can work with, but not the second. I'll be letting the Underbosses know about this, and it WILL affect your opportunities for advancement.

I heard some blood was spilled at the Baryon Plantation, %PCRank. I told you: no deaths. But when a s'wit comes at you with a hoe -- that's a deadly weapon. I can't blame you for putting him down, if it's self-defense. Look, let's just keep this between us. I won't let the Underbosses know. Have a lie down, have a drink on me, and then we can talk about some more work I have for you.

I told you not to kill anyone, and then you murder the old man's SON? Are you bloodthirsty, %PCRank, or just stupid? Because the first I can work with, but not the second. I'll be letting the Underbosses know about this, and it WILL affect your opportunities for advancement.

The old man's dead? How did that happen? Actually, I don't wanna know. You were clearly unaware of the work we're doing for our host Felmaru Llendu here. Look, let's just keep this between us. I won't let the Underbosses know. Have a lie down, have a drink on me, and then we can talk about some more work I have for you.

I hope that old s'wit learned a valuable lesson today. Corkbulb might be worth coin, but protection is priceless. Here, have a couple of drinks on the house, and some of these alchemist's globes. Brew 'em up with some sulfur, or the white dye you can find at some Tailors and Dyers Halls, and it'll make a potion that'll sharpen your wits. You'll need it for the work I have ahead for you.

Remember: fists only, no weapons. You're taking his dignity, not his life.

There was a time when he'd deliver cartloads of his corkbulb to his Redoran masters. These days, they're lucky to see a shaving of the stuff. These days, the serjo prefers the sound of Hlaalu gold to Redoran piety. Can't blame him, myself, but while we're guests here, we ought to do our host Felmaru Llendu a favor. Go to his plantation north of Ald Marak and knock old Ardraler to the ground. Fists only, no weapons, and don't kill him or anyone else. This is a teachable moment, not a murder.