Stranger: Hey there traveler! Is there anything I can help you with?
[1] I’m very hungry, do you know where I can get food?
[2] Yes, I’m looking for a place to stay.
[3] You know what this building used to be?
[4] Kick rocks hobo!
Stranger: I don’t reckon I do. Would you like some food?
[1] It actually used to be the clubhouse for the Porcellian Club. They punched me.
[2] Ah yes, food! Thank you.
[3] Eh, it doesn’t matter. Do you know where I can find shelter?
[4] (Sarcastic) Oh yeah, I’m starving! (Slap food out of hand) I don’t need fucking handouts!
Stranger: I don’t know what that means. I hear there is a warlord in these parts looking for someone to carry out an assasination.
[1] Could you mark his location on my map?
[2] I was once a warrior, maybe I could help him. Could you mark him on my map?
[3] I don’t do much killing, but maybe he has other tasks. Could you point me in his direction?
[4] Oh, basically it means I was invited to join this pretty elite social club. Well, invited to the first round of cocktail style mixer events where you can demonstrate your social prowess. I never heard back for round two, but I don’t think much of it. I didn’t really try that hard. The good old days, eh?
Stranger: Goodbye!
[YOU DIED OF HUNGER]
("Comper" was here...)
