I don't know why you're talking to me, but you better keep one eye open while you're sleeping, %PCName, because I've still got that blade with your name on it, and your eyesocket would be the perfect place for me to sheath it. Now get out of my bar.

Thanks again for looking out for Irwaen.

Thanks for taking care of her, %PCName. I trust you kept your hands to yourself, but if I find out otherwise, you'll be looking crosseyed at your own name on the blade I just stuck in your face. Bar's open again. And here, a couple drinks on the house, from my personal collection. These bottles are too good for this crowd, anyway,

Yeah, that's what you're supposed to be doing! What are you doing here?

If she doesn't wanna leave, you'll just have to convince her.

Come on, %PCClass! Chivalry's still alive and well in High Rock -- are you gonna let it die out here?

Thanks -- what's your name? %PCName? Okay %PCName, I'm trusting you with her, and now I've got your name and your face and a blade with your name on it that I'll stick in your face if something bad happens, understood? Come back to me when she's home safe. I'll be sick with worry, otherwise.

She's way past her limit, and I don't want her spewing or passing out here. She's gotta go. But in her state, she's liable to fall into the river, or get mugged, or worse. Someone's gotta take her, and it can't be me. I've got customers. Can you help her out?

Oh, are you the gallant %PCClass who escorted me home? It was %PCName, wasn't it? Here, I want you to have this, as thanks. It's my favorite scent.

Oh, you wanna take me home? Lemme... lemme get a look at you. Stop moving around so much! Okay, you'll do. Let's go.

You wanna take me home, huh? I don't think so. I can't see you too good, but what I can see of you... I don't like it.